Probably the one who slaughtered my avatar. Has he not gone far yet?
The monk remained composed, but the slight curve of his lips was as sharp as a knife.
The Moon Demon knew that his partner and superior was indeed a very calm fellow, though that did not mean he lacked temper. To him, just how important was an avatar? This touched upon his very foundation, and moreover, given the complex nature of an avatar's essence, being destroyed was completely different from actively abandoning it.
Sensing that this was a fine opportunity to draw closer, the Moon Demon sniffed vigorously, speaking shortly thereafter: "Here, here, some was left here too, but the cold wave swept over and did quite a bit of damage. Hn, it seems to have gone upward, but this time he closed his pores, quite a careful mind."
Closing one's pores meant it was impossible to track by scent. The Moon Demon felt helpless as well. Looking again at the cliff face, he started slightly, also sensing the extraordinarity of this Illusionary Arts, and could not help clicking his tongue in wonder: "Sure enough, ro... ugh, that illusionary power lives up to its reputation."
He finally managed to rein in his bad habit. The monk glanced at him and said:
"The Illusionary Arts mechanisms laid down by the ghost beast in this place are quite ingenious. Even after the devastation wrought by its old rival, they still retain considerable utility. It was by means of the Dark Radiance Soul Method bestowed by the Bodhisattva that I found the exact location. Presumably, this place is of great importance to the ghost beast."
With that, he struck a palm against the illusory appearance on the cliff face, the black flames transforming into a ripple-like form that spread out