Grandma Blood River narrowed her eyes slightly. Her deep, shadowy pupils were like two fissures, nailed straight onto Lin Fan, not shifting away for a long while.
Her gaze gradually deepened, as though she had returned to a sealed-away memory.
The secret realm beneath the Demon Vein Desolate Land—the abyss where daylight never reached. She had only just awakened from a long slumber, so weak she was like the last ember of a dying candle.
Back then, she had thought she could easily beguile a mere little cultivator, weaving a net from honeyed words and ensnaring her prey tightly within it. But who could have imagined that in that clash, not only had she failed to get what she wanted, she had nearly been devoured in turn by that seemingly insignificant evil cultivator.
She had lost that game in a miserable fashion.
And now, fate had brought them face-to-face here once more.
Grandma Blood River's gaze slowly swept over Lin Fan as she silently weighed him in her heart.
She was no longer the weak remnant soul from back then, one that had nearly dissipated. She was now a complete Eerie Divine Statue, condensed from countless offerings of faith and blood sacrifice! Every inch of her body was steeped in eerie power, and every breath she took could make heaven and earth change color.
Yet she could no longer see through Lin Fan.
That little evil cultivator from back then now emanated an aura as deep as an abyss. Even she, an ancient being, could not discern his true depths.
The great hall fell silent for a moment, with only the echo of demonic wind passing through its chambers.
The Primordial Ancient Dragon and the Black Jade Qilin quietly exchanged a glance, a trace of shock hidden deep within both