Taihua Evil Thought inhabited a divine statue, and beside him stood the former Tianxuan Saint Son.
"My lord, I have already investigated. Li Qingyue has sent no messages to the outside world over these past three years. I suspect that expert you mentioned has long since perished."
Li Qingyue was the Tianxuan Saintess's name.
"Not necessarily! A little over a hundred years ago, I sensed his aura flash through the universe!" Taihua Evil Thought said, referring, of course, to Luo Yan's attack on the Yaoguang Holy Land a century ago.
"This man is extraordinarily powerful, far beyond what ordinary people can reach! He could not have died so easily." Taihua Evil Thought was certain of this. He refused to believe that a peak Quasi-Emperor would die without a sound.
"It seems we need to give them a stronger dose! We cannot wait for him to come looking for us. We must take the initiative and find him!"
The Tianxuan Saint Son did not reply. He merely stood respectfully to one side, awaiting Taihua Evil Thought's orders.
Had Taihua Evil Thought not contacted him three years ago, he would never have exposed himself.
No one in the world knew that the Tianxuan Saint Son, whom everyone saw as wreathed in glory, had originally been nothing more than an ordinary disciple. Only after receiving this expert's guidance had he climbed, step by step, to that position.
Of course, it had not come without a price.
The price was quite straightforward: surrender his soul and become this being's slave.
At the center of the small world.
It was still a relatively quiet place.
"Senior Sister, Junior Brother Cui died last night! That monster struck again!"
"How hateful! If he wants to kill us, then kill us! What is the point of locking us