The two demons flanked Wang Canglan from the left and right.
They looked as though if he did not kowtow today, he could forget about walking out of here.
Wang Canglan looked at the two beasts before him, borrowing a tiger's might to throw their weight around.
He almost wanted to cry, yet had no tears.
Why had he chosen to come here and ask...
But those who achieved great things did not fuss over trifles.
As long as... as long as he could learn that girl's whereabouts from them afterward... then he could only endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens...
With that thought,
Wang Canglan clenched his back teeth, practically squeezing the words out through the gaps between them.
"You two are right... I was the one too attached to appearances."
"I'll go pay my respects. I'll go right now."
Only then did Old Red Flood Dragon release him in satisfaction. With his hands clasped behind his back, he swaggered ahead.
They stepped over the tall threshold.
Incense smoke curled through the main hall.
At the center, atop the altar, stood a clay statue several zhang tall.
The statue was sculpted with lifelike detail, dressed in dark robes with ink-black hair, its brows and eyes cold and clear.
It was Jiang Yuechu's likeness.
Wang Canglan stood before the statue, raising his head to look at that incomparably beautiful face.
Hatred surged to the heavens within him.
It was this woman who had destroyed Green Phoenix Mountain, killed Junior Brother Liu, and cut off his path to Dream-Borrowing Dao.
And now, he even had to lower his head here before her.
"What are you standing there for? Kneel."
Old Red Flood Dragon stood to the side, lit three incense sticks, and shoved them into Wang Canglan's hands.
"Your kowtows must