Yu Ci's Dharma form rode the wind above Sky Rift Valley, sensing the foul air so utterly different from his memories as he watched the Turbid Sea King Beast, now not far away and especially enormous. For a time, it remained quiet, yet it never concealed its "malice."
On the other hand, after his divine intent once again took command of the Faceless Dharma Form, the circulation of its aura was so weak that it was truly difficult to feel any vigilance toward it.
Especially for a mindless chaotic demon like Wu An. Its dozens of human-faced tentacles danced wildly at the void, forcing Heavenly Venerable Qiao and Fang Hui to shift about everywhere, yet it did not even spare this side a glance.
Liu Guan, standing atop Wu An's head, was highly sensitive to Yu Ci's every move. Seeing Heavenly Venerable Qiao and Fang Hui held at the outer perimeter by Wu An's unleashed demonic might, he took the chance to cast a sidelong glance over.
"What's this? Want to talk about how you feel about that slut?"
Yu Ci gave a soft laugh but could not be bothered to answer, continuing his observation.
Yet on a special level that nobody nearby could detect, his thoughts traveled far away.
"Hey, are you there?"
"..."
"I'm talking to you. What are you hiding for?"
"...What the hell do you know? I'm holding myself back!"
A thread of thought that wanted to put on airs yet could not conceal its irritation finally connected with Yu Ci across the distance.
Sure enough, this was the right "level." Decades had passed since Sword Garden, and Yu Ci had still worried that his own memories might have been mistaken.
"Senior Xingtian, long time no see."
"It's only been thirty or fifty years. You're being