The Demon-Spirit Archipelago.
As Ji Yuan's words fell, even the sea breeze around them seemed to freeze.
A hundred zhang away, the stooped Ultimate Dao Devil Lord leaned on his dragon-headed cane. His cloudy old eyes narrowed slightly, and the wrinkles on his face bunched together, betraying no emotion.
A long while passed.
Only then did the old figure bare a few sparse yellow teeth, his raspy voice ringing out.
"Du Wanyi? I've lived nearly a thousand years. If I haven't met ten thousand cultivators, I've met eight thousand. How could I remember some nameless junior?
"Young man, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place."
He spoke openly, without the slightest hesitation, as though he truly had never heard the name.
Nor did his cloudy eyes reveal the slightest flaw, only the indifference of one weathered by centuries.
As though the person Ji Yuan had mentioned were a stranger with nothing to do with him.
At that, Ji Yuan suddenly gave a low laugh.
"Devil Lord, you jest. If I dared come alone to the Demon-Spirit Archipelago and ask for Du Wanyi by name, naturally I came with solid proof."
He took a small step forward, his blue robes stirring gently in the sea breeze.
His Nascent Soul Middle Stage aura did not surge in the slightest, yet the roiling demonic qi around him instinctively retreated.
He paused, his gaze settling on the old figure as his smile deepened. "Devil Lord, you've lived nearly a thousand years and seen every storm there is. Why play dumb over something like this?
"Now that I'm here, I have no intention of leaving empty-handed. Keep pretending, and we'll only be wasting our breath."
The smile on the Ultimate Dao Devil Lord's face slowly faded.
His hand stilled on his cane, and a