Seven Star Island: The Demon Race's Power

The two flew along while chatting idly. Zhou Xuehen's magic power was not high, but his knowledge was quite broad; coupled with his deliberate attempts to curry favor, after several hours, Lin Xuan had come to understand quite a bit about Demon Spirit Island.

Of course, Lin Xuan also asked in passing whether there was any way to leave and return to the Human World. On this point, the other man was left tongue-tied and staring blankly. Lin Xuan was not particularly disappointed either. Even if such a method existed, a mere Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator like him could not possibly know of it.

He had only mentioned it casually.

The Mystic Phoenix Sect was quite far away. The two of them flew for a full seven or eight days. Fortunately, they encountered no danger along the way. On one hand, this was naturally because their luck was decent; on the other, Lin Xuan's divine sense was simply too powerful, and he could always warn him to avoid any demon beasts before they ran into them.

After this happened again and again, Zhou Xuehen admired him beyond measure and practically wished to pay him the respects of a disciple. Of course, Lin Xuan had no interest in taking such an old disciple.

That day, the two were still the same as usual, burying their heads in the road. After flying for several hours, a towering mountain came into view.

Lin Xuan's brows lifted. What dense demon qi. This was actually a high-grade Demon Vein land.

"Whew, we've finally arrived." Zhou Xuehen let out a breath of relief, his face filled with irrepressible joy. "Senior, look. Up ahead is our Mystic Phoenix Sect's main altar. What do you think of the quality of this Demon Vein? Is it passable?"

"Not bad!"