Marquis Dongling's Residence.
Jiang Ning had just returned to his eastern courtyard.
He immediately saw a slender, graceful young woman standing beside the lake.
She wore a colorful dress of gold and red, her arms and legs long and slim. Gold-and-red scales dotted her hair.
The young woman was Linglong.
At the sight of Jiang Ning, she blinked. Her eyelids were also gold and red, as though she wore heavy makeup.
"What is it?" Jiang Ning asked first.
"Master, I just sensed a demon king appear in the city," Linglong said.
"A demon king?" Jiang Ning's pupils abruptly contracted.
He had seen that term in ancient texts before.
In the early Primordial Era, immortals, demons, and gods had coexisted.
All three were higher beings of heaven and earth.
Among demons, a great demon possessed a thousand years of cultivation, while a demon king possessed three thousand.
Every demon king was an existence on par with immortals and gods.
Even in the environment of the Primordial Era, every demon king had been a being whose might shook heaven and earth.
They were powerful enough to strike fear into true immortals.
"Are you sure you didn't sense it wrong?" Jiang Ning's gaze grew grave.
Linglong shook her head.
"We're of the same kind. I couldn't have mistaken it. That demon king has probably sensed my presence too."
Hearing this, Jiang Ning nodded, his brows tightly furrowed.
Then he turned toward the direction in which the Demon Race convoy had departed, and a figure immediately surfaced in his mind.
A man who had followed beside the carriage, wearing a black robe, his face like a stork's, his eyes like lightning, his aura obscured.
"If there really is one, it must be him!"
Now he understood why that man had given him such a