Request to Depose a Wife, Han Yue's Shock

"Wei... Wei Tu..."

Nine Rivers Old Devil was instantly startled. This azure figure had been his nightmare for over a hundred years—how could he fail to recognize him now? Panic crossed his face as he staggered several steps back, wanting to flee.

But just as he gathered his escape light, the mana within his body instantly froze. No matter how desperately he circulated his cultivation art or mobilized his divine sense, he could not move even a shred of it.

His heart gradually sank to the bottom.

"Wei Tu... no, Venerable Wei, you are magnanimous—please do not kill me. Although this junior failed to recognize Mount Tai in my early years and offended Venerable Wei, these past years... this junior has also felt remorse..."

Nine Rivers Old Devil spoke incoherently.

The core of his meaning was only this: although he had forged a grudge with Wei Tu in his early years and had once threatened Wei Tu's life, had he not failed every time?

Yet after he explained himself for a while, Wei Tu continued to watch him indifferently, without the slightest change in expression, as though looking at a dead man... Nine Rivers Old Devil's voice gradually dwindled until it fell completely silent.

Knowing when to bow his head was a required lesson for an old devil like him.

Had he stubbornly tried to act tough, he would have perished back in the Qi Refining Realm. He would never have lived to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, much less become an "elder senior" in the eyes of the demonic cultivators of the Great Cang Cultivation Realm.

But alas, no matter how cunningly he schemed or how low he bent himself, in the end he had still been effortlessly surpassed by this junior from over six hundred years