The man was tall and slender, with a handsome, jade-like face, well-defined yet gentle features, and the faintest smile on his lips.
He wore plain white robes, looking utterly out of place amid the scorched earth and churning demonic Qi of the Demon Realm.
Had anyone encountered such a man in the Primordial World, who would not have praised his immortal bearing and extraordinary grace?
But this was the Demon Realm, and the destructive aura left by that blood-red bolt of demon lightning still lingered all around.
As for a being who could approach Yellow Dragon without a sound and nearly kill him with a casual bolt of lightning, he hardly needed to think to know what he was.
A Demon Saint.
Yellow Dragon's heart sank.
He had thought the Demon Realm was merely a world Demon Ancestor Luohu had created through his own Great Dao, and that Demon Kings in the Quasi-Saint Realm were the strongest beings it could possibly nurture!
He had never imagined that a true Sage was hidden within it.
The man before him was not Rahu. Back outside the Kylin Race's Ancestral Land, he had seen Demon Ancestor Luohu in action, and his aura had been entirely different from this man's.
The Demon Realm actually had two Sages?
Yellow Dragon suppressed his shock without letting any of it show on his face.
The white-robed man watched Yellow Dragon with a hint of amusement, as though savoring his bedraggled appearance, or perhaps waiting to see how he would react.
He suddenly spoke, his voice clear and gentle. "You seem surprised to see me?"
Yellow Dragon neither put on a brave front nor denied it.
He nodded candidly.
He truly did not recognize the man before him.
The white-robed man seemed pleased by his honesty. His lips