The Man from the Demon Realm

The man in black laughed. "Madam Linghu."

Wang Xian smiled when he heard that. "Is she your godmother too?"

The man in black shook his head. "She's not worthy!"

"All right." Wang Xian drew a breath. "How did you know she wanted to kill me?"

The man in black glanced at the scabbard in his hand and replied coldly, "I told you, she summoned me. She paid the price. Now it's your turn."

Wang Xian's heart tightened at his words. When he looked back, the three drunks in the alley and the brothel madam had vanished without a trace.

The wind swept past, and in an instant, the surroundings turned gloomy, tinged with an eerie air.

The Red Chamber was far behind him. Wang Xian could no longer see the Peace Inn. The only thing before him was the man in black, holding a black sword.

Wang Xian seemed to understand a few things.

He smiled at the man in black. "So you came from the Demon Realm... But how could a bewitching woman and a stick of evil incense bring you across time and space? And what price did she have to pay?"

The man in black's face remained utterly expressionless, like a real skeleton.

He looked at Wang Xian and replied slowly, "I wouldn't cross time and space for a woman. I just happened to come here."

"A coincidence?"

Wang Xian's heart tightened, and the words slipped out. "Are you a cultivator from the Demon Realm, or..."

The man in black shook his head. "You don't need to know too much. And I don't like wasting words on the dead!"

Wang Xian was truly stunned.

He had never dreamed that he would run into an assassin from the Demon Realm before even reaching Dragon Valley.

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