Dongfang Yun shook his head helplessly. His gaze pierced the mist of the secret realm, as if he could see Wang Xian fleeing in a sorry state.
"To get away from those women, you really don't care if you live or die!"
He sighed, his voice carrying three parts reproach and seven parts amusement. "You could've taken the broad, sunlit road to Sword City, but instead you plunged straight into the Demon Realm, that den of dragons and tigers. Do you even know what kind of place the Demon Realm is?"
A bloodstain on Wang Xian's cheek had yet to heal completely. He had forgotten that Wuyue had caused the wound and still believed Ye Honglian was responsible.
He couldn't help pursing his lips and sighing.
He grumbled, "Senior, that's easy for you to say!"
"Do you think I dare go to Sword City? The moment I step into the city, word could reach those women in Phoenix City. Then they'd all come after me together. I'd be better off dying here in the Demon Realm!"
Dongfang Yun's expression gradually grew solemn.
He looked around. Though this secret realm was dangerous, compared with the true Demon Realm, it was only a mild opening act.
Demonic qi drifted thinly through this place. But the true territory of the Demon Realm was a dark city where the qi corroded cultivators' Divine Souls.
And that was without even mentioning the fiends who took pleasure in devouring living beings, or the Demon Realm's unfathomable laws...
"Do you know?"
Dongfang Yun spoke slowly, the teasing gone from his voice. "The place you're in now is nothing more than an abandoned trial secret realm on the outskirts of the Demon Realm. Even a Saint Realm cultivator like me wouldn't dare claim to come and go freely