Luohu bowed deeply, the bend of his back betraying none of the dignity or majesty befitting the Demon Ancestor.
This was Luohu.
The being who had schemed against the Three Clans during the Dragon-Han Calamity and contended with Hongjun for heavenly dao authority.
Yet now, he showed a young man holding a Wine Gourd a reverence that ran to his very bones.
Clearly, the strength Gu Changqing had displayed earlier had left Luohu unable to harbor even the slightest doubt.
But although Luohu's declaration was solemn,
No sooner had his words fallen,
"You'll remember that?"
A cold snort exploded through the hall.
Sect Master Tongtian sat at the head, the edges of the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords flashing in the void.
He looked at Luohu without a trace of warmth in his eyes.
"Luohu, Disciple Changqing protected you before Hongjun for the sake of the Interception Sect's dignity."
"Now that Hongjun is gone, shouldn't we settle our accounts?"
"You used demonic qi on my Jie Sect Disciples to stir their heart-demons. Did you really think I, Tongtian, was merely here for decoration?"
The temperature in the Main Hall plummeted.
The gratitude had yet to fade from Luohu's face when his expression froze.
Had any other Jie Sect Disciples been present, they would surely have cheered inwardly.
So what if he was the Demon Ancestor?
In Biyou Palace, even a dragon had to coil up, and even a tiger had to crouch.
Their Master Tongtian could still keep him firmly suppressed.
At Tongtian's words, Luohu opened his mouth, then gave two dry chuckles.
"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, this... it was a misunderstanding."
"I had only just reconstructed my Dao Body, and my mind was still somewhat muddled. I merely wanted to test the state of mind of the cultivators in the world today."