Song Chi stood where he was, alarm bells clamoring in his heart.
Demon Venerable.
That title alone told him this was no one to trifle with.
Song Chi instinctively sensed... he was in deep trouble.
But he absolutely could not show fear.
He steadied his breathing, his gaze remaining indifferent, even taking on just the right hint of scrutiny, and slowly spoke:
"So, you are Demon Venerable Cangxuan."
"You flatter me, Fellow Daoist Song. But I am now merely a wisp of a remnant soul, no longer worthy of the title 'Venerable.'"
Song Chi relaxed a little inwardly.
A remnant soul?
Then he didn't have much fighting power left?
Yet his expression remained calm, even bearing a faint smile of "meeting a fellow traveler on the path."
"On the Great Dao, what distinction is there between high and low?"
"Since you have appeared, Fellow Daoist Cang Xuan, I imagine... it is not merely to chat?"
He had to seize the initiative.
He could not let this old ghost keep asking questions.
At his words, Cang Xuan's spectral form wavered slightly.
He looked at the nine tattoos on Song Chi's body.
At last, he asked the question he had been holding back for so long, his voice carrying shock he could not suppress:
"To think you could subdue my old adversary's nine lifebound swords and make them your own..."
"Might I ask what supreme demonic art you used?"
This was also the key reason he firmly believed Song Chi was unfathomable.
Those nine swords had given even him terrible headaches back then.
Song Chi's heart skipped a beat.
Subdue them?
They'd latched onto him themselves!
And what was this about... a demonic art?
What damned demonic art?!
Yet his face remained unruffled, and he merely shook his head lightly:
"It was