The moment the words "Cloud-Dream Palace" rang out, the rogue cultivators, who had been at daggers drawn, instantly lost all desire to fight.
However fiercely they bared their teeth at the Wusang Sect, they could still sit down and exchange a few words on the strength of being fellow humans.
The demons of the Cloud-Dream Palace were another matter altogether.
When enemies met, their eyes blazed red.
Senior Brother Zhang clearly understood this too. The dark-red threads instantly withdrew, and he raised his eyes toward the horizon.
Purple mist soon spread around them.
Three figures landed at an unhurried pace.
The tall young man at their head wore a purple-black cloak. Two curved horns rose from his forehead, and his gaze was languid.
To his left stood a short, plump man with a face full of smiles, carrying a cluster of green fruit picked from who knew where.
To his right stood a tall, thin man with a pair of gray wings on his back and a gloomy expression.
After landing, the three demons did not immediately attack.
Instead, they surveyed their surroundings with interest.
"Tsk. Quite a crowd."
The plump man bit into a green fruit, chewing until juice splattered everywhere. "Quite a crowd indeed. Enough for a meal," he mumbled.
The gray-winged man frowned. "Could you show a little ambition? We've entered the Immortal-God Cave Abode, and all you can think about is eating."
The plump demon paused.
"What else should fill my head? You?"
The gray-winged man's face darkened.
The horned young man could not help laughing. Then, seemingly remembering something, he sobered and abruptly said in earnest, "All right, all right. Stop arguing."
He stamped on the hillside beneath his feet, his gaze settling on the bushy-bearded man.
"Nice find... Will you hand it over yourself,