Unlike the Guardians, who were facing the enemy as if confronting a great foe, Feng Yun, standing high above and directing the battle, was already wearing an incomparably carefree smile.
He watched the demonic mist roll across the sky, then cursed with a laugh. "That bastard still loves showing off! Damn it, he's afraid nobody will know he's here. That kind of grandstanding is really hard to stomach."
Though Feng Yun claimed he disliked it, the smile on his face was happier than anyone else's.
Chen Xue and Feng Xue curled their lips from the side.
Feng Yun never swore. His refinement and bearing had already reached the level of Yan Nan and the other elders.
Yet only when the Night Demon appeared would he curse a few times.
Apart from the Night Demon, nobody else who had entered the Sole True Sect had ever received such extraordinary treatment.
The two women both knew that at Feng Yun's position, cursing someone—and whom he cursed—was actually proof that they were absolutely one of his own!
For example, Feng Yun would curse Feng Xue and Feng Yue, but he never cursed Chen Yun, Chen Yin, Bai Ye, and the others!
At most, he would reprimand them!
Yet sometimes, cursing the Night Demon came even more naturally to him than cursing Feng Xue or Feng Yue.
This showed just how far Feng Yun's appreciation, trust, and affection for the Night Demon had reached—a level ordinary people could never hope to attain.
Since the previous incident, Chen Xue had come to understand Feng Yun's feelings somewhat. She sighed, "Still, the Night Demon is truly imposing. The moment he appears, he seizes the initiative. Who could have imagined that cultivating the Blood Smoke Hand to its limit would be so earth-shaking? With such a powerful