"Ah?"
After listening to the ancestor's introduction, Yang Shi's face was full of shock. Only one thought remained in his heart:
This is bad. He's gotten to play the real Demonic Dao Kill!
At the market, they had all just been talking big, but Ding Zhen was doing it for real!
We danced with gods; he danced with demons!
The rising dawn of the Demonic Dao, a man destined to become a towering giant of the Demonic Dao, was actually Murong Ziyan's lackey!
Who would dare believe that if it were told?
But recalling the ancestor's instructions, Yang Shi still felt somewhat uneasy.
Ding Zhen was eating alone. Yang Shi slowly walked over and sat beside him.
"I see that fate has brought us together, Fellow Daoist. Would it be convenient to chat for a moment?"
Ding Zhen raised a brow when he saw Yang Shi, and memories of Bluestone County from years ago surged into his mind.
It's him?
How had he come to distant Peace Commandery?
Did he recognize me?
Ding Zhen felt that was unlikely. He possessed a Middle-Grade Dharma Artifact that altered his appearance; even Qi Refining Realm cultivators could not see through it, much less a mere Innate Grandmaster Realm martial artist.
"Oh? You do seem somewhat familiar, Brother. It feels as though we've met somewhere before?" Ding Zhen probed.
"It has been thirteen years since we parted in Bluestone County."
Hmm!
Ding Zhen abruptly turned to stare at Yang Shi. Killing intent gathered in his eyes. Had they not been inside the Spirit Meal Residence, he would have seized Yang Shi immediately.
"You had better explain yourself clearly."
Golden light flickered beneath his robes.
Yang Shi chuckled. "Brother Ding, don't be nervous. We are friends, not enemies. Please lend me your ear."
Ding Zhen's