Yellow sand filled the air, blotting out the sky.
White Feathers could no longer make out Huang Liang's position. Cut off from him, he could only face the figure in the ritual mask alone.
Xu Fayan was in no hurry to kill this demon, however. Amusement colored his voice. "After all these years in the Western Sea, how could I know nothing of the demons in the Xia Lands...? Xia appoints kings and grants them fiefs, but only the highest noble-blooded can receive them, and they must have served Ancient Xia in those days. The sole exception is demons of earth virtue-you know what they're used for."
White Feathers forgot the pain wracking his body. The terror in his heart grew still greater.
The other party knew.
Could this Grave Sheep have been planning to join Xia all along?
"Fellow Daoist... I was only ordered to come here. How about I help you drive Huang Liang away, and you let me go?"
"There's no hurry to call me a fellow Daoist until you're inside my belly." Fa Yan laughed aloud, seemingly delighted. "Then we'll be one family."
"You-you evil creature!"
White Feathers seemed to have been driven to desperation. He, too, carried the bloodline of an ancient king, from a branch that had followed Divine Radiance in the past. Naturally, he knew something of the Xia Dynasty's secrets.
The first time he had seen this Grave Sheep in that Secret Realm, he had already formed a suspicion. After returning to the kingdom and making inquiries everywhere, he had come to understand a little more.
It was precisely because of that encounter that those others had claimed he knew the Grave Sheep and pushed this assignment onto him! White Feathers had expected to suffer a few minor wounds at most, but