Dongling Marquis Mansion.
Jiang Ning had just returned from outside to his own East Courtyard.
At once, he saw a slender, graceful maiden standing by the lake.
The maiden wore a colorful dress of interwoven gold and red. Her arms and legs were long and fine, and her hair was dotted with scale after scale, gold and red mingled together.
The maiden was Linglong.
Seeing Jiang Ning appear, she blinked. Even her eyelids were streaked with gold and red, as if painted with heavy makeup.
"What is it?" Jiang Ning asked first.
"Master, I just sensed a Demon King appear in the city," Linglong said.
"A Demon King?" Jiang Ning's gaze abruptly tightened.
He had seen this term, Demon King, before in ancient texts.
In the early days of the Ancient Era, Immortals, demons, and gods coexisted.
All three were higher beings of heaven and earth.
Among demons, a Great Demon possessed a Thousand Years of Cultivation, while a Demon King possessed three thousand years of cultivation.
Any Demon King was an existence that stood shoulder to shoulder with Immortal Gods.
An existence such as a Demon King, even placed in the environment of the Ancient Era, was one that shook heaven and earth with awe.
That was a powerful being enough to make a true Immortal feel fear.
"Are you certain you didn't sense wrong?" Jiang Ning's eyes revealed gravity.
Linglong shook her head.
"We are both of the same kind. I wouldn't sense wrong. That Demon King likely sensed my existence as well."
Hearing this, Jiang Ning nodded, his brows tightly locked.
Then he turned his head to look in the direction where that Demon Race convoy had just left, and a figure instantly surfaced in his mind.
The one following beside the carriage, wearing a black robe,