The Dao Venerable's regret

Qin Ming's true body sat quietly in the Spirit Monkey Tavern.

There was no killing here, no bloodshed. He could feel the prosperity and bustle of the entire city, yet waves of cold rose in his heart.

Sometimes, terror did not come from visible opponents, from blood and fire with tangible shapes and colors.

As now, there was no smoke of war, no sign of calamity. Everything was peaceful.

Beyond the glass window, pedestrians hurried along the streets beneath brilliant lights.

Yet Qin Ming felt intensely uneasy.

Viewed from another perspective, it was even more terrifying.

Dao Child Qin Ming—the Twice-Demon—was silent, not uttering a word.

At this moment, he, too, sat inside the Spirit Monkey Tavern.

He poured his own wine, the amber liquid giving off a rich fragrance.

His hand holding the cup was steady, suspended in midair. A long time passed without him bringing it to his lips.

He was waiting, hoping to meet his true body.

Through the glass window, Dao Child Qin Ming saw the gentle night scenery, children running and playing, and vendors selling black tree sugar. He could even smell its sweet fragrance.

Yet his true body never appeared.

More precisely, he could not see him.

Through resonance, his true body and incarnation knew of each other's presence. They had both arrived, both were in the Spirit Monkey Tavern, yet neither appeared in the other's field of vision.

Beside the Twice-Demon, the Heavenly Immortal from the Yin-Yang Dao Field looked at him. Though he said nothing, it was a tactful reminder that they had been sitting here for a long time.

Qin Ming's heart went cold. Was the one sitting beside him a human, a Heavenly Immortal, or some even more terrifying monster? He had no way of knowing.

His true body and