Ren Xiantian's True Face

Ren Xiantian's aura vanished. Ling Xiao paused, then set off for the True Demon Lord Hall.

Not long after, he arrived at the True Demon Hall. At that moment, only guards stood at the entrance; there was no one else.

"Strange. Did I arrive too early?"

An unusual thought flashed through his mind, and he caught a whiff of something amiss.

His years of experience told him that in a situation like this, danger was more than likely lurking.

He stopped and stood before the gates.

"Divine General, this way, please."

At that moment, the guards on both sides respectfully invited him in.

After hesitating briefly, Ling Xiao stepped inside.

He was already here.

If there truly was danger, turning around and leaving would not solve anything.

He wanted to see exactly what this mysterious Hall Master intended to do.

Upon entering the hall, he found it pitch-black within, without the faintest trace of light. It was like the gaping maw of an abyssal demon, exuding an eerie and inscrutable aura.

However, at his level of cultivation, light no longer mattered. Everything inside was crystal clear to him.

"You've come..."

A faint voice rang out. The scene within the hall began to shift, and at its far end, Ling Xiao saw a white-robed man seated before a long table.

He was graceful and strikingly handsome, every inch of him emanating an elegance that would never go out of style.

"What does the Hall Master want with me?"

With a single movement, Ling Xiao arrived before him.

"Please, sit."

Ren Xiantian raised a hand in invitation, a faint smile on his face.

Ling Xiao did not stand on ceremony. He immediately took a seat on a throne. The two sat at opposite ends, facing one another.

"You have cultivated the True