After the four had each concealed their own thoughts and spent a while drinking and chatting, a powerful aura suddenly streaked across the sky and shot straight toward the peak.
"Nascent Soul Late-stage!"
Sensing the newcomer's aura, Lang Yi immediately showed a nervous expression and cried out.
"Fellow Daoist Lang, there is no need to panic. Fellow Daoist Zhiyang has arrived. Please open the formation restriction and have another table prepared."
Old Demon Hehuan merely smiled faintly and spoke with ease.
"Supreme Yang Venerable? Why has a righteous cultivator suddenly come to visit our demonic sect?"
Second Lang Brother muttered first, then ordered disciples of the sect to make the arrangements.
The Righteous and Demonic Paths had been hostile since ancient times. However, since Old Demon Hehuan had spoken, Lang Yi was not afraid that Supreme Yang Venerable would suddenly attack, and so opened the great formation as instructed.
Before long, a crimson streak of light shot over from the horizon and landed directly atop the peak, revealing an old man with white hair and a youthful face.
"What a rare guest!
Fellow Daoist Zhiyang, why have you come to the territory of our demonic path instead of cultivating properly in Taizhen Sect? Has some major affair happened in Southern Sky again?"
Old Demon Hehuan had known Supreme Yang Venerable for a long time, so there was no need for formalities between them. He immediately asked directly.
Moreover, he was not at all surprised that Supreme Yang Venerable knew his whereabouts.
"You old demon are certainly carefree. Do you know that the Tuwu people at the border withdrew their troops not long ago?"
Supreme Yang Venerable took a single step and was already seated at the table that had just been brought over for him. Facing Old Demon Hehuan, he