Shen Lin felt that he had still been too careless.
After he converted Qing Feng back, the Heavenly Demon had surely noticed the anomaly immediately.
It had decisively employed its methods and killed Blood Mantis Demon Venerable and Bewitching Cry Demon Venerable.
What a waste of so much Demon Lifespan...
He glanced at Qing Feng, who was frantically feeling around in the powder, seemingly trying to piece Bewitching Cry Demon Venerable back together, and could not help shaking his head.
After leaving the prison, he took out the Spirit Talk Communicator and contacted Guan Xuzi.
"Eh? How come you have time to contact me?"
On the light screen, Guan Xuzi, the master of the Two Forms Holy Land of the Immortal Race, looked rather relaxed. He was reading and savoring tea, utterly at ease.
Ever since Shen Lin had left the Immortal Race, his days had become much easier.
He no longer had to search for saber manuals for Shen Lin every day, nor did he have to look for clues about the Demon Race.
"Hey, I heard about the commotion you caused in the Devil Race. You really can't stay out of trouble wherever you go."
Guan Xuzi chuckled, put down the book in his hand, and said solemnly, "Go on. What did you contact me about?"
He certainly did not think Shen Lin had contacted him because he was bored and wanted to chat.
"There is something..."
Shen Lin shrugged and aimed the image at the nearly deranged Qing Feng behind him. "Send someone over and take this fellow away, would you?"
Guan Xuzi froze for a moment. At first glance, he did not recognize who the person was at all.
"Take him away? What do you mean? Is he one of our Immortal Race?"
"Hmm? Wait, something's