The Demon King

"Profound Bright Church?"

Lü Tiannan had heard of this sect. It was one of the great sects of the Nine Provinces.

But for the Profound Bright Church to possess such a peerless Spirit Transformation cultivator was truly unbelievable.

After his shock, Lü Tiannan quickly calmed down. He was, after all, a Spirit Transformation cultivator. Though his scheming might be somewhat shallow, he still had a thousand years of self-cultivation.

With a solemn expression, he clasped his hands and bowed deeply. "Lü Tiannan of the Star Lodge Sect thanks Fellow Daoist Gao for saving my life."

"As fellow human cultivators, it is only right that we help one another."

Gao Xian said solemnly, "These Demon Race beings are ultimately a different race, a different kind. Fellow Daoist, you should still be careful."

Lü Tiannan awkwardly agreed. He had nearly been killed by Ice Li, so he was naturally filled with hatred for the Dragon Scale Association. Yet his sorry state had all been seen by Gao Xian, which left him somewhat uncomfortable.

Moreover, his master had always emphasized embracing all paths and treating all living beings as equal. As his direct disciple, it would hardly do for him to follow Gao Xian in speaking ill of the Demon Race.

The subject was too awkward, so Lü Tiannan changed the topic. "Fellow Daoist's divine abilities are unmatched. You slew Ice Li with a single sword strike—I admire you so deeply I could fall to the ground in worship..."

"Ice Li isn't dead. That was merely one of her incarnations."

Gao Xian shook his head. "This dragon Demon Race cultivator is far from ordinary. Since Fellow Daoist has made an enemy of her, you must be careful."

Lü Tiannan was startled. Ice Li was actually not dead!

His expression turned grave as well.