A Small Banquet in a High Tower, the Difficulties of Longevity (Part 1)

"Though I had never met that Dai Zong before, I had heard his name. I knew he was the most capable of advancement in the Nine Profound Demonic Sect. With his abilities and status, stationed here in Bright Hall Palace, he must have been thoroughly versed in Demon Lord Huiyuan's related methods. Yet in the end, he was still killed in a single blow. So, Brother Dao, by bringing me here, are you asking for my help—or asking me to take the blame and die?" Xiao Limai had always been proud. How could he tolerate Gui Yan questioning him to his face? He immediately sneered, baring his ghastly white teeth. "Are you going to change your mind at the last moment?" Gui Yan gave a laugh. Against the backdrop of the empty air trembling repeatedly and blazing flames soaring, he casually pointed at the demonic-pattern murals on the four walls. "This Daoist master knows his own abilities. Sometimes, there truly is no way out alive. But within this one-zhang square, this ten-foot space, choosing a way to die is easy enough." As he spoke, he turned to Jian Ziyu. "If it truly comes to that, I would gladly die beneath Junior Niece Jian's lamp..." How could Xiao Limai fail to understand? This plainly meant: I have two choices. Even if I must die at the beauty's hands, I will drag you down with me! And indeed, when a Longevity True Man displayed such a willingness to sacrifice his life, even Xiao Limai did not dare take it lightly. Moreover, once Gui Yan hardened his heart, he truly showed the air of one who feared neither heaven nor earth. Especially those dim gray eyes of his, layered with ghostly light and unfathomable in their depths—they made one's heart tremble at the