"Old Ancestor!"
Ke Yuanzhou stared in shock at the Devil Lord Clone beside him. The other man offered only a faint smile, then vanished on the spot.
This time, he did not return to that ancient painting. He disappeared completely, and not a trace of the Devil Lord Clone's aura remained anywhere in the Ink Jade Realm.
At that moment, Ke Yuanzhou seemed to understand something.
His mouth fell slightly open, but for a moment, he did not know what to say.
So the Devil Lord could sacrifice himself for someone else, too...
Meanwhile.
Deep beneath Wu Zhou, Yin Saint Devil Lord was curled up in his study, reading a book, while a wisp of Huai Emperor's Consciousness floated nearby.
"Brat, how much longer are you going to squat in my home? It's been a hundred thousand years, and you still won't take a single step outside?"
Huai Emperor complained. Hearing this, Yin Saint Devil Lord showed not the slightest guilt. Instead, he said as if it were only natural, "You're the mighty Huai Emperor. Are you really so unwilling to spare me a single underground chamber?"
Huai Emperor was furious. "You're all talk. Do you think I really don't know? You sealed yourself away for a hundred thousand years just because you weren't there when that incident happened a hundred thousand years ago. This prison of yours is certainly comfortable, but you ought to let it go by now. The dead are gone. Are you really planning to keep yourself locked away for all eternity?"
Huai Emperor's tone held a touch more helplessness. In truth, he and Yin Saint Devil Lord were old friends who had found each other late in life. Otherwise, he never would have let the other man hide in his home for so long.
But