Everyone looked toward the throne and saw an old man slowly emerge from the halo.
Dressed in a yin-yang Daoist robe, his hands clasped behind his back, he swept his arrogant gaze across the entire hall.
The moment Bai Yu saw the old man's appearance, he froze before the corner of his mouth twitched. Su Muyue's pupils contracted, and her entire face immediately darkened.
"Let him go. He's nothing more than a pitiful man."
Smack!
The old man smiled faintly. The instant his words fell, Su Muyue flashed before him and, without the slightest hesitation, slapped him hard across the face!
The crisp sound of the slap rang out as the old man flew backward, crashing into the ground like a spinning top.
"What did you just call me?"
Su Muyue raised a brow, a trace of anger in her voice. The sudden turn of events had made her think the Demon God had revived—but who was this old man?
Did he have a death wish?!
"Bai Yu, can't you keep her in check?!"
"We're old acquaintances, aren't we? Is this how you greet me?"
A hand slowly rose. Zhang Baidao was clearly furious. If not for him, did they really think the Abyss of Return was so easy to break into?
"Senior, you've gone ahead of us again?"
Bai Yu spoke slowly. He had never expected to encounter Zhang Baidao within the Abyss of Return.
This bastard really could go anywhere under heaven.
"What do you mean, gone ahead? Since the Demon God Tomb was established, this old man's soul fragment has been suppressing the Demon God here. Otherwise, with his methods, did you really think he'd be this obedient?"
Zhang Baidao slowly got to his feet and dusted off his clothes. Grinning broadly, he leaned close to Bai