Lu Xiaotian gestured with his finger and traced a line in the void, a wisp of sword intent shooting out. In the blink of an eye, the ropes binding the red-eyed sheep demon tightly were cleanly and neatly sliced apart, all of them tumbling to the ground.
"Come over," Lu Xiaotian said.
Amidst the envious gazes of the other arrested cultivators and members of the Demon Race, the red-eyed sheep demon suppressed the pain in his body and flew through the air toward Lu Xiaotian. Regardless of Lu Xiaotian's intentions, it was still far better than being dragged away by the Abyss Hall, and besides, the two of them were acquainted after all. He had even helped Lu Xiaotian track down an old friend of Yu Zimo's. With such past history between them, he did not need to worry about what the other might do to him.
"Greetings, Senior. Thank you, Senior, for stepping in to save me," the red-eyed sheep demon paid respects to Lu Xiaotian respectfully. He was naturally well aware of Lu Xiaotian's prominence over the years, yet he had not expected to bump into him here. It seemed his luck was truly not bad after all.
"Call me Sir instead." Lu Xiaotian did not linger here, leading the red-eyed sheep demon directly into that hazy, grey mist. The fierce aura of the tomb baleful intent gave Lu Xiaotian an extremely familiar feeling. After all, back then in order to evade the Chaotic Demon Realm's pursuit, he had spent over sixty years right here within the Gloomy Demon Tomb.
"Take these few people back and guard them well," Stone Chongyi instructed the cultivators beneath him in the Abyss Hall who had also suffered heavy casualties, before turning back directly. He thought to himself that for Lu Xiaotian