Inside Black Wind Cave.
Two leopard-headed figures darted back and forth, slippery as eels.
The four godsons were drenched in sweat, their Magical Treasures strewn across the floor, yet they had failed to harm so much as a hair on either opponent.
At first, Yang Chan found it novel and amusing. She wandered around the cave abode, occasionally teasing the lesser demons hiding below, but after playing for a while, she grew bored.
The gulf between their cultivation realms was like a heavenly chasm.
Such a one-sided spectacle was like an adult teasing a three-year-old child. There was simply no sense of accomplishment.
Yang Chan pursed her lips and gave Chen Wei a meaningful look.
Chen Wei understood at once. While the hall had been in chaos, he had carefully studied the Righteous Guardian Daoist. The old black bear hunched his back, his hand trembling constantly around his teacup, putting on the pathetic appearance of a decrepit elder whose vitality had faded, a candle guttering in the wind.
In truth, however, the old demon's blood and vitality surged like an ocean. Where was even the slightest sign of senility?
His public claim that he was old and frail and wished to step down for someone worthier was plainly a death trap designed to lure them into the jar.
Besides, the White Deer serving under the Star of Longevity, who was implicated most deeply, had yet to appear. The old Bear Demon surely still had some scheme held in reserve.
The timing was about right. Staying here would only risk exposing them. Better to withdraw for now and watch developments from the shadows.
"Enjoy yourselves, Your Majesties! We humble fellows will take our leave!" Chen Wei laughed aloud. The two leopard-headed figures turned into golden light and vanished from the cave