Just as the red-haired old man in coarse hemp robes, who professed to follow the demonic path, was warming to his subject, the youth who had been listening respectfully suddenly cut him off mid-sentence and said bluntly:
"You are mistaken, elder! That evil Soul Devouring art is bloody and cruel, an outrage against heaven's harmony. Why would I ever learn it? To be frank, though I may be dull-witted, such an evil art is something my eyes cannot bear to see, my mouth refuses to speak of, and my ears will not hear-sorry, but we have urgent business to attend to. We must take our leave!"
With that, the solemn-faced youth turned and swept away without waiting for an answer. Seeing his anger, Qiong Rong and Xueyi hurried after him.
"Eh? What went wrong this time?"
The red-haired old man had never expected such fierce words from the amiable youth:
This fellow is so adept at Soul Devouring that he must know about its backlash. Why, then, would he turn away so resolutely when his savior appeared?
Standing in the road, watching the little girl turn back despite herself to stick out her tongue and pull a face, Ancestor Kongya, who had assumed a false form to beguile them, looked utterly bewildered...
Hmm. It seems that unless I truly show some of my powers, this slippery young scoundrel will never step into my snare!
Xing Yan had no idea that Immortal Kongya was still scheming against them. He merely thought they had encountered a somewhat deranged old man of the demonic path. It seemed those who followed that path really were rather abnormal. The thought left the youth indignant:
*What rotten luck! I look like such a decent person, yet that old fellow declared to my face that I knew