"Wolf Marquis, this way, please."
Madam Qianrou rose from her seat and led Lin Bai out of the waterside pavilion.
Inside the corridors on all four sides, the Demon Race experts lying in ambush had not dispersed. Instead, they stared straight at Lin Bai and Madam Qianrou as they approached.
"Wolf Marquis."
Once Lin Bai entered the corridor, an old man dressed in a black robe, his face covered in wrinkles, smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.
"Do we know each other?" Lin Bai had noticed that whenever this group of Demon Race members looked at him, their faces were all wreathed in smiles, as though old friends had reunited.
"Chu Nation's foremost young sword cultivator, the Tianshui Sect's Holy Son, and Chu Nation's Wolf Marquis—how could we not know you?" the old man said with a hearty laugh. "It's just that we know the Wolf Marquis, while the Wolf Marquis doesn't know us."
Hearing him speak, Lin Bai immediately guessed... This group of Demon Race members had most likely come from the outside world, specifically to Verdant City.
They had certainly concealed themselves within some weak lineage or sect, passing fish eyes off as pearls to enter the Hunting Realm.
The Demon Realm was vast, and many lineages and sects accepted disciples without discrimination. Whether they were humans, members of the Demon Race, or other Alien Races, as long as they possessed sufficient strength, they were willing to take them in as disciples.
Among the sixteen Flourishing Sects that had come to attend the Chu Emperor's Birthday Celebration, Lin Bai had even discovered several Demon Race martial artists.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the old man, Lin Bai suddenly felt a hateful, murderous gaze fixed on him.
He turned his head and saw a young man standing