The Demons' Cover is Blown

Those "immortals" transformed from the little demons of Xuanyuan Tomb had low cultivation to begin with and restless temperaments. How could they still remember Daji's repeated warning beforehand: "No drinking, and do not lose your composure"?

After three rounds of wine and five courses of dishes, several little demons could no longer hold themselves in check. Drunkenness flushed their faces, and their words and actions gradually lost all restraint. Their previously feigned lofty demeanor vanished without a trace, and the entire Deer Terrace hall instantly descended into chaos.

Worse still, several "immortals" completely abandoned themselves to revelry, pulling aside corners of their immortal robes and dancing wildly in the hall. Their postures were crude and vulgar, with not the slightest trace of an immortal about them.

Bi Gan had remained wary from beginning to end. Thus, whenever he raised a cup to drink, he took advantage of bowing in salute or adjusting his robes to secretly spit out or pour away the wine. Even now, his mind remained clear and his gaze sharp as fire.

Seeing these "immortals" behave with such abandon, the suspicion in his heart deepened. His brows twisted into a knot, and the unease within him grew ever stronger.

Then, a scene that filled Bi Gan with fury came into view.

Behind several heavily drunk "immortals," their illusions gradually spun out of control, faintly revealing furry tails. Some were fiery red fox tails, others gray-black rat tails, glaringly conspicuous beneath the lamplight.

At that sight, the last trace of doubt in Bi Gan's heart utterly vanished, and fury swept through his entire body in an instant: So these so-called immortals were nothing more than a pack of demons!

The more Bi Gan looked, the more alarmed and enraged he became. His gaze turned toward Di Xin, who