Within the Netherworld Absolute Mist, a shadow emerged. It was hazy and indistinct, impossible for anyone to see clearly. Yet under the effect of Yan Chihuo's Spiritual Eye, he saw it plainly: it was a sickly-looking middle-aged scholar. It was none other than Heaven's End King.
Yan Chihuo drew a long breath and said, "Heaven's End King, there is bound to be a battle between us. Let us settle it today."
Heaven's End King smiled. "Whether we are enemies or allies, I fear even you do not yet understand."
Yan Chihuo raised a brow. "We are enemies, not allies. What is there to discuss?"
Heaven's End King said, "Why don't we have a talk?"
Yan Chihuo found this rather strange. At that moment, Cheng Longxiang said, "Heaven's End King, what a fine scheme you have. Draw Chihuo away, then seize the chance to launch an attack—who do you think this sort of trick can fool?"
Heaven's End King smiled faintly and pointed a finger. More than half of the Netherworld Absolute Mist filling the sky was drawn into a canopy. With a beckoning gesture, he tucked the canopy into his sleeve and said, "This is the Seven Absolutes Netherworld Canopy, which I carry with me. The remaining Netherworld Absolute Mist can only allow my subordinates to protect themselves; it lacks the strength to mount an attack. Chihuo, let us talk."
Yan Chihuo did not know what Heaven's End King truly intended, but he seemed to harbor no ill will. Moreover, Yan Chihuo reckoned that even if the other side suddenly turned hostile, he had nothing to fear. Thus, he nodded.
Heaven's End King turned and flew away, and Yan Chihuo followed. After flying for some time and rounding a hill, he saw a small courtyard there, containing several thatched cottages.