Star Tracing Backflow appeared once every thousand years.
If this black-robed young man's father was still alive, then he must be quite old.
However, when Chen Changming considered that the Demon Race naturally had longer lifespans than human cultivators, he was relieved.
The black-robed young man stared at Chen Changming and said seriously, "Fellow Daoist, we too have been searching within Star Tracing Backflow for some time, yet found nothing. So we thought we might try our luck together with you..."
"Then we are kindred spirits."
Chen Changming nodded in agreement.
Both sides needed to enter the illusory images to find someone, so their goals were aligned.
With these Demon Race members around, Chen Changming effectively had another protective talisman. The people from the Nine Heavens Sword Sect would no longer be able to do anything to him.
"May I ask your esteemed name, Fellow Daoist?"
The black-robed young man clasped his fists and chuckled. "Though I am of the Demon Race, I have also taken the refined human title of 'Ninth Young Master.' I am a few years older than you, so how about you call me Ninth Brother?"
"Chen Bai greets Ninth Brother."
Chen Changming cupped his fists in salute.
This black-robed young man possessed strength comparable to a tenth-level Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator, and his rank was at least upper level ten. A demon cultivator capable of reaching such a level would have a lifespan far exceeding Chen Changming's.
So calling him brother was not inappropriate.
Besides, addressing each other as brothers could bring them closer. Chen Changming would still need the help of Ninth Young Master and his people in the future.
"Good, good! Brother Chen, you are my first brother among the human race."
Ninth Young Master was in an excellent mood. He walked