Seven Star Island, Demon Spirit Island's Number One Fiend

Lin Xuan's expression stirred, and he slowly opened his eyes. His left hand turned over, and that flare of firelight fell into his palm.

His divine sense sank in...

A moment later, Lin Xuan exerted the slightest force with his five fingers, and the firelight instantly went out, vanishing without a trace.

"They're finally here."

Lin Xuan murmured under his breath. Green radiance surged around him, and he turned into a startling rainbow, leaving the painted pleasure boat and heading toward a pavilion on the mountaintop.

The pavilion was not large, but its design was quite elegant. Inside, a man and a woman were talking and laughing about something, both looking utterly delighted.

"It's him?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Lin Xuan's face, but it quickly disappeared without a trace.

As the saying went, enemies were bound to meet on a narrow road. Lin Xuan had not expected to run into Bailu Boy again in this place.

He had heard this fellow was an elder of the Xuanling Sect, and that his conduct could still be considered upright, yet seeing him chatting so happily with Madam Black Python, it was obvious the two had no shallow friendship.

But there was nothing strange about that either. Immortal cultivators were cold and fickle, and they cared even less about right and wrong, good and evil.

All their actions came down to one word: "profit."

After his escape light descended, Lin Xuan naturally pretended not to know him and paid his respects to the two Nascent Soul Realm old monsters.

Madam Black Python was all smiles, as if nothing unpleasant had ever happened between her and Lin Xuan. Raising a hand in a faint supporting gesture, she said, "Fellow Daoist Lin, no need to be so polite. Come, allow this concubine to