"What sort of fellow is that Black Tiger Demon King? Why did Old Ancestor Hun Yuan go out with him?"
Lin Xuan rubbed his forehead, a slight pensive look appearing on his face. Although this Core Condensation Realm Witcher was Old Ancestor Hun Yuan's proud disciple, he was not clear on the course of these events either, so Lin Xuan obtained no useful clues.
Still less did he know that Peacock Fairy had fallen into danger.
"Young Master, that old thief isn't here. What should we do?" Yue'er's voice entered his ears, carrying a touch of helplessness.
"What else can we do? First let's go see what the situation is with Hundred Poisons Divine Lord, then talk."
Lin Xuan was not someone who forgot his roots. Back then, although he and Hundred Poisons Divine Lord had each taken what they needed and made a transaction, putting the other cultivation methods aside, the Azure Phantom Nether Fire alone had already benefited him greatly.
Speaking of it, Lin Xuan had gotten the better end of the bargain. Now that he had advanced to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, he no longer had any scruples toward the Ink Moon Tribe, so Lin Xuan wanted to rescue Hundred Poisons Divine Lord.
After all, he was a peerless hero of his generation, a heaven-defying figure. For him to be locked in an underground prison like this, neither dead nor alive, was truly too pitiful.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan headed toward the dungeon along a path he knew like the back of his hand.
With his concealment arts, the Witchers of Star Palace naturally could not possibly discover anything. In merely the time it took to eat a meal, Lin Xuan arrived at his destination.
Yet before him was nothing at all. In fact, the