The moment he stepped before the great hall, it was as though he had stepped into a swamp.
Not only was his body restrained, making movement arduous, even breathing became difficult and laborious.
The air was thick as slurry; dragging it into his lungs required ten times his usual strength.
Leng Tieya raised his swordlike brows and smiled at Song Lianshuang.
Song Lianshuang's jade-like face was taut, her bright eyes blazing.
Song Shaohui said, "Wait here. I'll go inside and announce you."
He mounted the steps, lifted the beaded curtain, and entered the great hall.
The beaded curtain swayed, glittering brilliantly beneath the sunlight.
Leng Tieya smiled. "With your Third Brother here, things are more convenient than on my side. What a blessing."
Only after entering the Great Heavenly Demon Palace did he discover that it was different from what he had imagined.
He had needed to enter the Inner Palace, which was separated from the Outer Palace rather than mingled together as he had expected.
"Him..." Song Lianshuang sighed softly, worry clouding her face. "We can't count on him."
"Third Young Master Song is a rare talent," Leng Tieya said with a smile. "After years of accumulation, he may burst forth at once and even ascend to Great Heavenly Demon."
Along the way, he had discovered that Song Shaohui was remarkably well-liked.
Though Song Shaohui's manner was plainly cold, the other disciples still took the initiative to greet him.
It would have been one thing if they had been mocking or teasing him, yet there was not the slightest trace of ridicule in them. Instead, they were quite close to him.
That was rather strange.
Yet strange or not, Song Shaohui's popularity was beyond doubt.
That was a good thing for Song Lianshuang.
"Great Heavenly Demon... I hope so."