Li Yingling kept her gaze fixed on the east.
Cui Hao also put away his earlier languid expression. With a grave look, he tugged Lin Luoyu beside him and pulled her behind Eldest Senior Sister with him.
Seeing their actions, Owl could hardly fail to realize something serious had happened.
Owl glanced at the Foundation Establishment bull demon holding a steel fork, eyes still fierce, but also unconsciously followed Li Yingling's gaze eastward.
After a moment's thought, Owl shifted those claws and silently stood behind Cui Hao.
Sometimes, making the right choice was what mattered most.
Just think of the Great Wu Demon King, then think of this bull demon.
Demons simply had never studied books. That did not mean they could not see which way the wind was blowing or read the situation.
Cui Hao glanced sideways at Owl, who had drawn that head down and was looking at him with a flattering gaze.
After a little thought, he let Owl stand behind him.
Several breaths later, the Foundation Establishment bull demon took a few more looks, only to find there was still no movement to the east.
With a trace of anger, it said, "You mangy snake, are you taking your Grandpa Bull for a ride?"
Li Yingling no longer spared any attention for this paltry little demon. For a Golden Core cultivator, those fluctuations of aura were already extremely close.
Cui Hao glanced at the Foundation Establishment bull demon and let it continue its swaggering.
Cui Hao still had some patience for a demon about to die.
The Foundation Establishment bull demon's patience ran dry. Carrying its steel fork, it strode over.
"When your Grandpa Bull talks, you..."
Before it could finish, a demonic wind swept in from the east, slowing as it approached.
The Foundation Establishment