The Demon Venerable suddenly appeared before Yuan Ling and Ao Fan. After what had happened earlier, both of them held him in awe and immediately bowed.
Yingchun was quite pleased with the support she had lent herself. Look, look, hadn't Jia Lian now taken Jia She's side? What an obedient child! Her good words for Jia Lian before Jia She the day before yesterday had not been in vain.
Ye Zifeng knew this was Luo Qingxue's uncle. Luo Qingxue had described him to him, and he now looked almost exactly as she had described.
She had not expected to see Xiao Yan, so she was stunned. So stunned that she forgot to chew the fish ball in her mouth, merely gaping at Xiao Yan with a shocked expression. She probably had no idea how foolish she looked right then.
That night, it seemed someone came visiting again under cover of darkness. Amid faint sounds of commotion, Xu Yang turned over and continued sleeping soundly.
As he spoke, the veins on his hands bulged. They writhed slowly with the flow of blood like coiling dragons, as if he intended to crush the black-robed man's arm alive.
At last, it was his turn. Xu Yang was not worried in the slightest. Whether in material or craftsmanship, the golden flute was streets ahead of the previous collectibles.
Having said that, he turned to look at Nangong Fengtian. "Didn't you love him dearly? Didn't you want him to share your realm with you? Then today, I'll make you watch him die before your very eyes. I'd like to see how you'll share the realm with a dead man." With that, he gathered his true qi and struck Wei Gen with his palm.
Conventional research had established that the Sun-Moon Demon Cult was the former