At those words...
Wu Shisan shook his head without answering.
Instead, he took a step forward.
His tattered Daoist robe stirred without wind.
An aura, barely perceptible yet vast as the sea, slowly seeped from his body.
It was nothing like Demon Emperor Taiyuan's tyrannical savagery.
Rather, it resembled a towering mountain, weighty and profound.
"Since you've heard of this humble Daoist, Demon Emperor... that makes things easier."
"Regarding today's affair, why not do this humble Daoist a small favor? The people of this city have sour flesh and foul blood. There's hardly anything worth chewing on."
"If you're hungry, Demon Emperor, you can seek food elsewhere."
"Let us pretend... nothing happened today."
"What do you say?"
His words fell.
Deathly silence settled over heaven and earth.
Demon Emperor Taiyuan did not answer immediately.
He merely narrowed his eyes, light flickering uncertainly within his vertical pupils.
He seemed to be weighing the gains against the losses.
Time trickled past.
Every breath seemed as long as a year.
Below, the imperial High Ancestor and the others already had sweaty palms. They dared not even breathe too loudly.
Although Great Tang had now switched to cultivating the Incense-and-Fire Path, and everything was taking a turn for the better... the problem was that they still had no confidence in confronting a mighty Tower-Climbing Realm cultivator whose origins were clearly extraordinary...
Who knew how long had passed?
Just as everyone could bear it no longer, their heartstrings stretched almost to breaking...
Demon Emperor Taiyuan suddenly grinned.
"Fine."
He nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the old Daoist as he spoke in a rather easygoing tone. "Since Wu Shisan True Person of the Mysterious Truth Grotto-Heaven has spoken..."
"I must at least do you this favor."
At those words...
Bai Yulou and the others below