Old Red Flood Dragon let out a long sigh, no longer even in the mood to trade barbs with Niu Ben.
Knowing when to stop, Niu Ben did not mock him further and sighed along with him.
The two demons sat side by side before the temple gates, watching the mortals passing back and forth outside, their faces heavy with sorrow.
It was at that very moment.
A voice as warm and gentle as polished jade suddenly sounded beside the two demons' ears.
"Pardon me, you two... is this the Nine-Heavens Zhaoyue Demon-Quelling True Lord Temple?"
Old Red Flood Dragon and Niu Ben both froze.
They turned their heads in unison.
At some point, a man in crimson robes had appeared at the foot of the steps outside the temple gates.
His face was as handsome as carved jade, his bearing otherworldly, a gentle smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he quietly watched them.
They could clearly sense no formidable fluctuation of aura from him.
Yet whether it was the Mountain-Viewing Realm Old Red Flood Dragon or the Tower-Climbing Realm Niu Ben—
The moment they met those abyss-deep eyes—
Their hearts both gave an uncontrollable, violent jolt.
Old Red Flood Dragon swallowed, forcibly suppressing the unease in his heart.
It rose to its feet and put on the airs of a Great Tang True Lord Temple caretaker.
"Who are you?"
Old Red Flood Dragon sized him up from head to toe.
"What business do you have at this True Lord Temple?"
Faced with Old Red Flood Dragon's somewhat stiff questioning, the crimson-robed man did not take offense.
The smile on his lips remained unchanged, warm as jade.
"I am merely a Rogue Cultivator wandering the four seas."
The man cupped his