A dragon's life was always full of terror.
That Fiend Star Qi Yun in Chunyang Palace did not actually have a frightening face. He was merely strict and meticulous. Bai Yujun feared only two people: one was the former sect master Li Xiangyan, who had already ascended. He was a madman who would stop at nothing for the sect.
The other was his second disciple, Lian Tianxing.
Bai Yujun had once not known whether he still remembered, even after hundreds of years, to eliminate her, a demon who had somehow become a Clear Void disciple. Now, it seemed the answer was yes.
She could not see through his cultivation or his strength. The elites of Chunyang Palace's generation had long since entered the Deity Transformation Stage.
Old Hui Xian rambled on for quite a while, then realized no one was responding. He could only cough and put on his most impressive demeanor. Whenever danger arose in the past, this always turned peril into safety.
Lian Tianxing looked to be around thirty. Compared with back then, he had less restlessness and more coldness. He had become less like the Gentleman Sword of Jade Void and more like Purple Void.
His cold eyes swept over Hui Xian, and he froze slightly.
He could not quite see through this old monk. There was an indescribable strangeness to his entire bearing. Unlike those monks who seemed free of desire but were actually filled with it, this old monk gave off an empty feeling. Yes, empty—as though he did not exist, yet truly did. For a moment, Lian Tianxing could not determine his real capabilities.
Ignoring the old monk, he looked directly at the pale-faced junior sister from Clear Void.
"Now I ought to call you the White Dragon, I suppose. Who would have thought