Yao Qinghan only wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible and return to the safety of her clan's territory. Seeing the surrounding crowd scatter from the marketplace, she hurriedly concealed her aura and transformed into a streak of light, preparing to flee.
However, just as she had escaped beyond the edge of the marketplace, a voice rang directly within the depths of her consciousness.
"Little demoness, wait a moment. I have something to ask you."
Yao Qinghan's entire body stiffened, and she froze in place as her heart began to pound wildly.
Little demoness? Was he talking about me? Zhang Divine Venerable... he actually recognized me? He wants me to stay... Could he be settling old scores? Thinking of the conflict by the Blackwater River all those years ago, she had even attacked him... Though she had ultimately suffered the loss and paid compensation in treasures, she had been the one to provoke him first.
But that had been an old matter from more than two hundred million years ago! With his current status as a Divine Venerable, would he really bother with a little demon like her?
For a moment, Yao Qinghan's heart was in turmoil, and her expression shifted unpredictably.
But how could she dare disobey a Divine Venerable's voice transmission? She could only remain where she was, forcing herself to stay despite her unease, not daring to flee again.
The people in the marketplace fled swiftly. In less than a moment, the area around it had become completely deserted, leaving only her standing there alone, looking especially conspicuous.
Suddenly, light flickered, and Zhang Shuai's figure silently appeared beside her. He still looked as calm and unhurried as ever.
"Little demoness, do you still remember me?" Zhang Shuai looked at her with a faint,