Extreme Evil Heavenly Demon

The teal tents stood far from the golden tent, closer to the Guna River. From there, one could see the water strewn with ice floes and hear its rush, like the rhythm of life.

A banquet was underway inside the tent, accompanied by song and dance. The atmosphere was warm but not rowdy.

The man seated cross-legged in the place of honor wore brocade robes. He looked to be in his thirties, not yet forty, with ordinary features and frosty-white hair at his temples, tied back with a Wooden Hairpin. Maturity mingled with a hint of world-weariness in his bearing. His face was pale, with a hint of feverish madness lurking beneath it. He held a wine cup in one hand and kept time with the other, relaxed and carefree.

Across from him sat a man in blue robes, with the same snowy temples, the same maturity laced with world-weariness, and the same appearance of being around forty. But his features were more defined, lending him a more refined air. He, too, wore a soft cap. He was none other than Meng Qi, disguised as "Poison Hand Demon Lord."

The brocade-robed man looked at Meng Qi with an ambiguous smile. "Back when I chased you into Bomi, I never imagined I'd see you again in a setting like this."

"Nor did I expect you to become a Grandmaster." Meng Qi toyed with his wine cup, his thumb rubbing its lustrous jade surface. His gaze was as still as a deep well, his expression calm.

The brocade-robed man was none other than the Extreme Evil Heavenly Demon, one of the "Eight Great Heavenly Demons" of Heaven Destroying Gate and ranked forty-ninth on the Black Ranking. Back then, he had hunted down Poison Hand Demon Lord, driving him into a dead end