Within the dim Main Hall, Lang Yu lounged upon a throne forged from stars, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the armrest as his cold gaze fixed straight on the figure before him.
The newcomer's face was pale, his eyes mingling fear with obsequiousness, like a lamb that had wandered into a wolf's den.
"Interesting. This seat hadn't even gone looking to settle accounts with you, yet you delivered yourself to my door?"
"Lord Lang Yu...!"
With a thump, Beo dropped to his knees, his voice trembling uncontrollably with nerves.
"Heavenly Demons are savage, and the Formless Sky Demon is even more so!"
"This little one had no choice back then. I came today precisely to expose Yi Xing and Li Qingshan's conspiracy, lest Your Excellency be harmed by their schemes!"
"Oh?"
Lang Yu slightly raised his eyelids. Rather than caring about this so-called "conspiracy," a mocking curve tugged at his lips.
"If this seat remembered correctly, Li Qingshan was your 'friend'!"
He deliberately emphasized the last two words. The killing intent churning beneath his refined facade froze the air solid as ice.
Beo hurriedly lowered himself and spoke at a rapid pace.
"Lord Lang Yu, that was merely an expedient measure!"
"Not to mention that I had secretly plotted against Li Qingshan many times, and that one of my 'backups' died at his hands—just that refining secret art, a hundred times faster than the Alpha Tuple Point..."
At this point, Beo unconsciously slowed down. He took out an intact green leaf, his face revealing irrepressible dejection, along with... intense envy.
"I joined the Ancient Hall twenty thousand years ago, yet I remain barred before its ancient gates, unable to touch even a trace of Eternal aura. How could I possibly not desire that secret art?"
"The truth..."
As the Vice Hall