Once again, he looked over!
In the void outside White Cloud Sect's Great Array...
Two figures stood facing one another!
Cheng Buzheng looked at the Netherworld Demonic Sect's Grand Elder opposite him, who was merely at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, and smiled as he cupped his hands. "May I ask why Fellow Daoist has come in person? What guidance do you have for me?"
The man's face was thin and refined, making him look very much like a scholar among mortals.
Yet that harsh, cold aura of his ruined the impression of elegance.
Especially since an icy, bone-piercing aura, as though one had fallen into an ice cellar, swirled around him—it was enough to reveal this cultivator's formidable battle prowess.
Likewise!
When True Lord Blood Yin, the Netherworld Demonic Sect's Grand Elder, saw that his opponent was also only a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Of course.
True Lord Blood Yin did not reveal the slightest abnormality. Outwardly, he remained as cold as ever!
Then he said:
"True Lord Zhong of your sect once borrowed a bottle of [Nine-Aperture Creation Pills] from me! I have come this time to ask your sect to accommodate me!"
As he spoke!
He directly shifted the matter from True Lord Zhong himself to the sect.
His purpose was self-evident!
Likewise!
Cheng Buzheng naturally saw through the man's malicious intentions!
His brows drew together slightly, the smile on his face gradually fading as he said coolly:
"Is Fellow Daoist joking?"
"That is not a very funny joke."
As he spoke.
Cheng Buzheng inconspicuously swept his peripheral vision across a certain patch of seemingly empty void.
Moreover, he knew all too well the relationships between cultivators.
In the Cultivation World...
Even friends who were inseparable, who told