Old Red Flood Dragon let out a long sigh. He no longer even felt like bickering with Niu Ben.
Niu Ben knew when to quit. He stopped mocking him and sighed along with him.
The two demons sat side by side in front of the temple gates, watching the mortals come and go outside, their faces both full of worry.
Just then,
a warm, gentle voice suddenly sounded beside the two demons.
"Sorry to bother you... Is this the Nine Heavens Zhao Yue Demon-Sweeping True Lord Temple?"
Old Red Flood Dragon and Niu Ben both froze.
They turned to look in unison.
A man in red robes stood on the steps outside the temple gates. No one knew when he had appeared.
He had a handsome face, an otherworldly air, and a gentle smile playing at the corners of his lips.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood quietly, watching them.
They hadn't sensed even the slightest trace of powerful energy.
Yet whether it was Old Red Flood Dragon, who had reached the Mountain-Viewing Realm, or Niu Ben, who had reached the Tower-Ascending Realm,
the moment they met those deep, abyss-like eyes,
their hearts both gave an uncontrollable thump.
Old Red Flood Dragon swallowed, forcing down the unease in his heart.
He rose and assumed the bearing of the Great Tang True Lord Temple's Temple Keeper.
"Who are you?"
Old Red Flood Dragon sized him up.
"What business do you have at the True Lord Temple?"
Faced with Old Red Flood Dragon's somewhat brusque questioning, the red-robed man didn't get angry.
His smile remained gentle and warm.
"I'm merely a Rogue Cultivator who wanders the world."
The man cupped his hands and spoke in an even tone.
"I just arrived in Chang'an, and already I've heard the people