It only looked like it? It plainly was. Yu Cang had seen that black-clad man appear at Demon Ridge—it was Black Stone, Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land.
Anyone with even a scrap of information knew that Black Stone was the trusted subordinate of the master of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land. Who else could make Black Stone so respectful?
Using his Dharma Eye to examine the man's features, Yu Cang was secretly alarmed by that bearing of one who looked down upon all living beings as if they were ants. He did not answer the Elder. More precisely, his heart pounded with fear, and he did not dare say another word.
Yuan Gang, who stood on the same larger Sand Scorpion, also looked up for a while. He was not stupid; he simply thought differently from most people in certain respects. Having understood the conversation between the two beside him, an Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land—did his identity even need explaining?
Thinking of something, he asked, "Is that bare-chested man with his hair hanging loose Wu Chang?"
The moment he asked that outright and even named him, Yu Cang and the Dawn Moon Pavilion Elder became even more terrified. They wished they could tell him not to speak nonsense.
Yu Cang was somewhat surprised, and changed the subject as he asked Yuan Gang, "Can you see clearly from so far away?"
The visitors were at a considerable height. Logically, without using a Dharma Eye and relying only on ordinary vision, one could see at most two human silhouettes, not their clothing clearly.
Yuan Gang nodded, indicating that he could see clearly. Then he continued staring into the sky. Was that one of the Nine Saints who committed every imaginable evil and had plunged the world into