That expert's divine sense was like a steel cable, binding Lin Bai tightly. No matter how Lin Bai tried to flee, it seemed impossible to escape the range of his divine sense's control.
Lin Bai's entire body tingled and went numb as if he had been struck by lightning. Forcing down the fear in his heart, he stood where he was without making another move.
"Prince Qin, since you're already here, why keep hiding? Why not show yourself openly?"
After that divine sense locked onto Lin Bai, a rich voice slowly rippled through the void.
His voice was magnetic, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Immediately afterward, ripples spread through space. From those successive rings of ripples, a Black-Robed Old Man gradually stepped out.
Unlike the other martial artists of the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace... this man had not concealed his face or figure.
He was a middle-aged man with a tall, sturdy build. His broad, square face had sharply defined features, and his stern, unsmiling expression carried an indescribable air of slaughter and authority.
Lin Bai wore a loose black robe and a bamboo hat that concealed his face. Yet even so, this man had recognized Lin Bai's identity at a glance.
Seeing that the other party had already recognized him, Lin Bai simply stopped hiding. He raised a hand and slowly removed the bamboo hat from his head, revealing his face.
"Then it was organized according to the structure of the Four Gloom Demon Palace back then."
With only the cultivation of the Primal Chaos Dao Fruit Realm, he was already qualified to call Lin Bai a junior.
"Making a comeback? That would probably be incredibly difficult." The sect master gave two bitter laughs.
"Even if Meng Qinxian and Nie Shang came, I doubt they could kill several martial