At the same time, tens of millions of miles away.
Sky Continent, Demon Domain Mountains.
Deep within the mountains, in a certain sinister, dim cave dwelling.
Tian Xiaojian sat cross-legged, his eyes tightly shut, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power around him.
Though his heart was fraught with unease, in the end he had still agreed to Feng Liang's suggestion.
For one thing, he did not truly dare offend this old monster. The man was deranged and could not be judged by common sense. If he really provoked him to fury, this old fellow was capable of anything.
For another, after thinking it over, Tian Xiaojian could not find any reason the other party would want to harm him. If he truly wanted to wipe him out, there was no need to go to such trouble at all.
If one did not enter the tiger's den, how could one seize the tiger cub? Perhaps there truly was a chance to advance to the Lihe Realm.
Tian Xiaojian was certainly a cautious and prudent person, but at the same time, he was also extremely bold.
So he decided to take the gamble.
Unlike Xiaojian, a faint trace of excitement showed in Feng Liang's eyes, but very soon, that exhilaration was concealed again.
For this moment, he had already waited a full eight hundred years.
Wang Tinglou, you just wait. This venerable one will get out and come find you for revenge.
He stretched out both hands. Those palms were also vastly different from ordinary people's.
The muscles of his right hand bulged high, making it look like the arm of a brawny man, while his left hand had long, jade-like fingers, its skin as smooth and fine as the finest silk.
Placing both hands flat upon his knees, his entire