The Soul-Devouring Venerable swept his Divine Sense across the entire island. Forget a Nascent Soul Cultivator—he did not find even a single cultivator at the Golden Core Peak Stage.
Could I have sensed it wrong?
Puzzled, the Soul-Devouring Venerable turned all his attention back to the east.
One sweep was enough to tell him whether there was a Nascent Soul Cultivator on the island.
But outside the island, there really was a Fourth-Order Demon Beast watching them like a tiger eyeing its prey.
If he had still been alone, as he had been before, he would have had nothing to fear.
He might even have charged out to test himself against that Fourth-Order Sea Beast and see if he could claim a Fourth-Order Monster Core.
But that was then, when he had been barefoot.
Now he had shoes to wear, and a man with shoes could not afford such risks.
Joyful Madam was away, too, leaving him to look after this whole household.
The burden only irritated the Soul-Devouring Venerable, who had long been used to an easy life. He did his best to avoid trouble.
Even faced with that Early Fourth Tier sea beast, he chose to stay inside if he could and let it shout its challenges outside.
Just then, however, the Soul-Devouring Venerable seemed to sense something.
It was as though someone had suddenly broken in.
"Hm?"
He instinctively moved to release his Divine Sense again, but before he could, the space before him rippled like the surface of water.
Then two figures appeared in front of him.
One was a young demon boy, not yet fully grown. Scales of the Water Tribe still lingered on his face, and he was remarkably handsome.
Behind him stood an old man with his back bowed.
Demonic aura spread from