The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, the Yellow Sparrow Behind; Autumnal Aura of Sternness and Kill

The Musician soon vanished beyond the horizon. Qin Yang leaned against the tree trunk without moving, digesting the Cloud Wine that had seeped into his body.

After a long while, Dog Qin Yang woke up. Killer Qin Yang voluntarily dropped his realm and logged off to attend to his own affairs.

Dog Qin Yang rubbed his head. Even after drinking himself senseless, his head did not hurt. Instead, he felt refreshed and clear-headed. His taut state also seemed to loosen slightly, no longer stretched tight as a bowstring.

Meeting the Musician so quickly had clearly exceeded expectations. But the fellow obviously looked exceptionally unreliable. It would probably not be easy to get him to help.

Considering that when the woods grew big, every kind of bird appeared, having one madcap, seemingly unreliable fellow among the Twelve Masters was perfectly normal.

And when he thought about how these people had all raised their respective arts to the pinnacle and entered the Dao through their craft, it was only natural that their crafts had influenced their personalities.

Someone like the Puppet Master, who had studied the Dao of puppetry to the extreme and dealt with piles of cold puppets every day, becoming a shut-in boy was quite normal.

As for the Musician, being a little boisterous did not seem wrong either.

It was just that hearing the words "Demon Master" had still surprised him.

Among the possibilities he had previously deduced, there had indeed been this one: the Emperor Ying had killed the Demon Master, but the latter had not left. Instead, he had merged into the Sea of Thoughts. The authority that had been seized returned to the Sea of Thoughts, and those killed by him might reappear with the next cycle of reincarnation.

But that had only been one possibility.