Demon's Whisper

Inside the underwater Demon Den.

Song Hengjiang, who had been reminiscing about the past in the inner cave, suddenly rose and departed, allowing Jiang Wang—whose Hidden Cloak was on the verge of failing—to escape a catastrophe.

Yet, this did not make him feel at ease.

Because Song Hengjiang's departure was too sudden, too urgent. There was a high probability that it was because Du Ruhui had arrived!

"What do we do now? Where do we go?" Jiang Wang asked within his Heaven-Connecting Palace, appearing somewhat lost.

"Stay right here. Don't go anywhere," Jiang Yan said.

"But Du Ruhui..."

Jiang Yan impatiently interrupted, "Think carefully. Could Song Hengjiang let Du Ruhui discover the Shadow Demons here? Would he dare expose the act of raising demons? This place remains the safest spot!"

Jiang Wang fell silent.

Jiang Yan shifted his tone, soothing him, "You were just eroded by a Heart Demon and have yet to fully purge it; your mind is currently in chaos, unable to make accurate judgments. Just listen to me. You and I are one; would I lead us to our deaths?"

Perhaps it was truly the Heart Demon, or perhaps it was the induction of the blood patterns on the stone coffins on both sides. Jiang Wang's thoughts were indeed tangled at this moment.

He appeared somewhat uneasy, entirely unlike his usual calm and decisive self.

After a moment of hesitation, he muttered, "What did Du Ruhui rely on to track me? I have the Hidden Cloak, and there are the measures Yin Guan set up; I shouldn't have left any traces."

"Do not dwell on this question. The world's Daoist techniques and secret arts are as vast as the deep sea; even what the White Bone Venerable God knows is but a drop in the ocean. What