Beneath the Sky Screen.
The old man had leaped straight out in front of Nie Li, and the divine might of his aura alone had driven back a Legendary Rank Demon Spirit Master. Even now, the residents were still passing that story from mouth to mouth.
After all, they had all seen it, and the old man had not even bothered to hide what he could do.
Only afterward, from Nie Li, did they learn that even the Black Prison World they lived in had been casually created by that very old man.
That frightened the burly men who had laid hands on him at the marketplace into frantically kowtowing.
They had taken advantage of his madness and the fact that he sometimes fought back when beaten and sometimes did not. Once they started hitting him, they had given no thought whatsoever to how hard they struck.
Thinking back now, how many times had they danced in the King of Hell's hall? How many times had they walked past the gates of the underworld?
On the Sky Screen.
Night fell within the Silverwing Family's grounds...
After learning that members of the Silverwing Family could not live past sixty, Sikong Yi had stopped devoting much attention to cultivation once he reached the Legendary Rank as a Warrior.
After all, that was as far as he would get. He might as well enjoy the time he had left.
But now, he had glimpsed the hope of a cure.
Once his illness was cured, he would find a way to reclaim the glory of his prime.
Because of the dependence caused by the heavenly remedy grass, Sikong Yi had grown increasingly restless and irritable.
Especially with Nie Li still not back.
Just then, a veiled maid walked forward carrying a wine bottle in