"Who?"
Quayuan Demon Lord had never imagined that someone would speak up at a time like this—and so clearly, even picking up on his words. Didn't that plainly mean they had heard the conversation between him and Old Daoist Wuchen just now?
He was somewhat alarmed and suspicious.
Yet he failed to notice that Old Daoist Wuchen, bound in place, had already widened his eyes, his face filled with utter disbelief.
That voice...
That voice... he fucking knew it too well.
Even if he died, there was no way he could forget it. It was fucking Li Yun's voice.
And it was at that moment.
The dim Cave suddenly lit up. No one knew where the light came from, but it illuminated the Cave as brightly as day.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Two figures, a man and a woman, appeared out of thin air inside the Cave.
Though the woman had concealed herself with a secret technique, she could not fool Quayuan Demon Lord's Golden Immortal Soul. At a glance, he could tell that she was a fourth-grade True Immortal. For some reason, however, her face was full of gloom and nervousness.
The man looked like a Human Immortal. He wore a White Robe, white as snow and spotless as untouched dust.
Standing there so lightly, he exuded the air of one who stood firm and lofty amid the filthy mortal world, untouched by its stain.
With that bearing, judging by Quayuan Demon Lord's experience, there was no way he was truly a Human Immortal.
Yet for some reason, even his Golden Immortal Soul could not detect the slightest sign that the man's cultivation had been concealed. Li Yun stood there, and whatever Quayuan Demon Lord saw in him seemed utterly natural and seamless.
Quayuan Demon Lord could not help becoming wary.