On the other side, Kong Yue, a Demon Race cultivator, also stood quietly at the edge of the clouds and mist, staff in hand, her expression calm.
She had neither approached Xuan Shi nor drawn near the Wu Clan.
Yet since she had appeared here, her stance was already thought-provoking enough.
At this sight, Su Shi'er's brows twitched slightly, and his gaze immediately fell on Pan Cangheng beside him.
Not long ago, Pan Cangheng had sworn with absolute certainty that the Wu Clan had eccentric temperaments and could never cooperate with outsiders.
But now... the Wu Clan, Xuan Shi of the Demon Race, and Kong Yue had clearly gathered at the entrance to the secret realm before their arrival.
Such a development could mean nothing more clearly than an intent to cooperate.
Su Shi'er said nothing, but the questioning in his eyes was unmistakable.
Sensing the change in Su Shi'er's gaze, Pan Yue's expression immediately darkened.
"Xuan Shi! You still dare come here?"
Xuan Shi gave a soft laugh.
"Fellow Daoist Pan Yue, that is a strange thing to say."
"This ancient secret realm does not belong solely to your Kuafu Clan. Why can I not come?"
Anger flared in Pan Yue's eyes, and the blood energy around him began to churn once more.
Pan Cangheng raised a hand to stop Pan Yue, his gaze settling on the Wu Clan expert.
"Wu Clan! Since when... have you joined hands with the Demon Race?"
Pan Cangheng's voice was low. As he spoke, contemplation flickered in his eyes, as though he were considering something.
His tone was as calm as ever, yet Su Shi'er could clearly sense the unmistakable note of surprise within it.
Su Shi'er's gaze swept across Pan Cangheng's face, and his heart stirred as well.
This man... didn't know