"Cough..."
Only after Su Fan gave a soft cough did Peng Shidao and the others finally recover from their stunned state.
The shocking sight of the Secret Demonic Sect's mountain gate had yet to fade from their eyes, leaving behind a trace of dazed terror.
It was only when their gazes focused on the tall figure not far away that they truly woke as if from a dream, unconsciously even quieting their breathing.
Peng Shidao slowly turned his head. His gaze was extremely complicated, containing awe, apprehension, and a trace of barely perceptible relief.
He merely swept his eyes over Su Fan's face before hurriedly looking away, his fingertips faintly white.
He quickly turned sideways and extended a hand toward a late-Integration Stage Great Cultivator beside him. The man's aura was deep and heavy, yet he could not conceal his restraint. Peng Shidao introduced him carefully, afraid of disturbing the demon god before them.
"Junior Brother Su Fan... let me introduce you. This is the Sect Master of the Saint Demon Divine Palace, Senior Brother Jialuo..."
Divine Venerable Jialuo's heart tightened. How could he still dare to put on the airs of a Sect Master? At that moment, even the spiritual energy throughout his body seemed somewhat sluggish.
He hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully cupped his hands toward Su Fan. His tone was so humble that it was nearly fawning, and he did not even have the courage to raise his head and look Su Fan in the eyes.
"Greetings, Junior Brother..."
A faint trace of impatience flitted between Su Fan's brows, but his eyes remained utterly calm.
He could not be bothered with the man. He merely nodded at him in greeting, not even offering a single polite remark.
Facing a late-Integration Stage Great Cultivator, his attitude could be