For Wang Xian, being able to escape from the Demon Eye and the old demon was truly a stroke of heaven-defying luck. After all, no one would believe those things even if he told them to Ye Honglian!
The things in that secret realm were simply not something humans could deal with. Even he felt it was a miracle that he had come out alive.
"Fine."
Gui Yulin finally lost her patience and sighed.
After thinking for a moment, she spoke again. "Stay here later and use your demon arts to burn those Wind and Rain Tower assassins for me!"
She could not be bothered to ask any further. She would not get any answers anyway. The most important thing now was surviving tonight.
Wang Xian nodded. "When the King of Hell wants them dead by the third watch, who would dare keep them alive until the fifth?" His tone was calm and casual, as though he were merely commenting on the pleasant weather.
"What a boast."
Du Yulin suddenly cut him off. As soon as the words left her mouth, her expression changed. Slowly, she raised her head and looked past the open ground before the tavern, toward a point a hundred zhang away.
At some unknown moment, two figures had appeared there in silence.
One black, one white.
One man, one woman.
They seemed to have been there for quite some time, yet she had never noticed them.
The two stood beneath an old locust tree. Its branches and leaves blocked out the sky, making them seem as though they had grown out of the darkness.
The pair slowly emerged from beneath the tree, allowing Du Yulin to see their faces clearly.
The man wore white, white as mourning clothes. His face was equally pale, without the slightest