Red Cloud did not answer. Instead, he looked at Zhen Yuanzi, seeming to be deep in thought.
After a moment, Red Cloud turned back and smiled faintly at Chiming Demon. His smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet for some reason, it sent a chill through Chiming Demon.
"Hehe, fellow Daoist, give me some face and leave now. I'll pretend I never saw you."
The red-robed man's voice was clear and unhurried. The Demon Dao was already in decline, and unless necessary, he did not wish to kill Chiming Demon.
Devil Ancestor Luohou was not dead yet; he had merely merged with the Dao. Who knew whether Luohou might emerge again someday?
Chiming Demon could be considered a seed of the Demon Dao. Killing him would be no different from digging up the Demon Dao by its roots.
Red Cloud did not want Luohou to bear a grudge against him.
Chiming Demon sneered. "How noisy. Another meddlesome fool. When my Devil Race acts, how dare you point fingers? Get lost, or I'll kill you too."
The red-robed man's smile remained unchanged. He narrowed his eyes, then gently shook his head. "Devil Race? For Luohou to have a subordinate like you, he must truly have been blessed for three lifetimes."
"Who exactly are you?"
Chiming Demon's expression changed. Ordinary people did not even dare mention Luohou's name, yet Red Cloud spoke it outright, with utter indifference in his tone. Clearly, his origins were no small matter.
"Who am I? This venerable one is Red Cloud!"
Red Cloud raised a hand and gave it a light wave, calm and effortless, as though merely brushing a fallen leaf from his robes.
Yet with that seemingly casual sweep, heaven and earth abruptly changed color. A streak of red light flew from his