Baize stood neither near nor far, smiling at the acting City Lord of Demon-Suppressing Pass as though victory were already in his grasp.
Kong Yang also gazed at this Demon Sage, the most unfathomable of them all beneath the Demon Ancestor.
The collar of Baize's indigo robe was trimmed with silver-embroidered flowing-cloud patterns, and a broad azure brocade sash patterned with auspicious clouds encircled his waist.
His skin looked as delicate as the membrane of an egg, seemingly liable to break at the slightest touch. It was captivating beneath the light, more like a woman's skin.
His strength rivaled the Demon Ancestor's, but he differed from the Demon Ancestor at his peak, who had ruled everything through brute force.
Baize's schemes ran deeper. He had greater ambition and more means at his disposal.
He rarely took action, having done so only twice at Demon-Suppressing Pass.
Yet those two occasions had seen two Ninth-Realm Immortals die at his hands.
He was unfathomable, impossible to read.
In a way, Baize and Kong Yang were very alike.
In both temperament and preferences.
Both loved cleanliness, to the point of an excessive fixation.
Had there not been irreconcilable conflicts between their sides, perhaps they could have become friends.
Kong Yang was waiting, waiting for City Lord Qing Xuan to return.
He believed Qing Xuan would defeat the Demon Ancestor.
Even though the Demon Ancestor was the only Cultivator in all heaven and earth to have survived since ancient times.
Yet having existed for a long time did not make one invincible.
Whether Ninth-Realm Immortals, Demon Sages, or even the Demon Ancestor.
None could withstand time. No one could withstand time.
Breaking through cultivation realms step by step would only extend one's lifespan. It had never meant eternal life.
Kong Yang and Qing Xuan had