Scalding blood splashed across his face, and Sun Shopkeeper jolted.
That sounded... that sounded like that damned drunkard Ye Liang!?
He cautiously opened his eyes and looked at Ye Liang, dressed in white robes.
The arrogant demon from a moment ago had now become a dead soul beneath his sword.
As he stared, he actually felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
"...Old Ye... what's going on?"
Ye Liang held a longsword, a terrifying killing intent showing between his brows.
"All the Demon Ghosts in the Mist Forest have come out. There's no turning things around now.
Wait for death. It's just a difference between dying sooner and dying later.
Don't think about running. I suggest you go home and have some fun on the heated bed with your wife."
In a teasing tone, Ye Liang spoke of the cruelest thing in the world.
Having said that, he paid Sun Shopkeeper no further attention.
With a hand behind his back and his sword dragging along, he walked toward the thatched cottage.
He did not walk quickly, yet in the mere blink of an eye, his figure vanished.
Sun Shopkeeper stared blankly after Ye Liang. A retired Jianghu master, reduced to living in a wasteland, drinking his life away...
To him, such stories seemed to happen only in folk tales passed from mouth to mouth.
Ye Liang wore white robes and held his sword, Yunwen.
The markings of the Demon Slayers were printed on his cuffs, and the white robe itself was an extremely high-grade magical robe.
Someone was already waiting for him in the thatched cottage.
Ye Liang stopped ten paces away.
The visitor looked like a fair-faced scholar, with a long cloth wrapped around his head.
He held a fan studded with all manner of gemstones, looking exceedingly splendid.
His features