Si Chen tucked the Communication Talisman into his sleeve, and the courtyard fell quiet again.
After settling back into his rocking chair, he sank into thought.
Filth Demons bearing the mingled auras of Cang Xuan and Jiang Taibai... capable of standing against two ancient Demon Sovereigns at their peak from the moment they were born...
Before leaving, they had even demanded Ah Chi by name, intent on settling the score...
Most likely, Cang Xuan had discovered the deception before his Liberation by Violence, and his resentment had been far too deep.
Even in death, his will still influenced those Filth Demons. Truly worthy of being the supreme ruler of the Demon Realm.
At that thought, Si Chen laughed despite himself. What absurd karma...
"...Ah Chi isn't entirely undeserving of that enormous black pot of blame on his back."
Just as he shook his head gently and sipped his tea alone, faint footsteps sounded at the courtyard entrance.
"Tap... tap..."
The smell arrived before the person did.
Sure enough, the courtyard gate eased open, and Wang Yan stepped softly inside, carefully carrying a bowl of medicine in both hands.
Ever since returning to the Immortal Realm and seeing his master's snow-white hair, his heart had been breaking.
A Great Calamity across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, the threat of the Heavenly Dao collapsing-he was just a cultivator who had come from a little restaurant. He could barely follow any of it, much less understand it.
All he knew was that his all-powerful master, the man who had lifted him up at his most desperate and most lowly, was ill.
Not merely ill, but gravely ill! Even his hair had turned completely white!
Wang Yan carried the porcelain bowl to the rocking chair and dropped to his knees with a thud.
"Master...