He stood gazing out over the railing.
Yang Jianbai gazed toward Demon-Suppressing Pass, his thoughts unknown.
Beside him stood a middle-aged man dressed in dragon robes, holding a wine flask.
He drank as he cast sidelong looks at Yang Jianbai.
"You've already run away. What the hell are you still looking at?"
The middle-aged man was none other than the Extraterrestrial Demon Li Ping'an had searched for throughout his journey.
The battle in Yan Prefecture had caused his clone no small amount of suffering.
The middle-aged man now appearing in the Demon Race's camp was the Extraterrestrial Demon's true first vessel in the Nine Provinces.
"Why are you wearing dragon robes?" Yang Jianbai asked with a frown.
"Heh, I saw that the emperors of the Human Race all wore these, so I got myself a set to try on.
"You know, wearing these, heh, I feel so imposing I could climb straight to the top of Demon-Suppressing Pass!"
The Extraterrestrial Demon patted Yang Jianbai on the shoulder.
"Have a drink?"
Yang Jianbai kept a cold expression and said nothing.
"All right, since you've already done it, stop looking so weighed down by bitterness and hatred."
The Extraterrestrial Demon withdrew his gaze and chuckled.
Yang Jianbai said gravely, "I don't care about my reputation. A thousand years from now, ten thousand years from now, later generations will clear my name."
The Extraterrestrial Demon nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing with him.
"The flames of war have risen across the Nine Provinces. The tide of the world is set; the slaughter of the Human Race is only a matter of time.
"You made the right choice. Ten thousand years from now, those who survive will be grateful for what you've done."
Yang Jianbai said, "Don't forget our agreement. Once this is done.
"Cede one province