The Black Crow Archbishop said he was rushing over at top speed, but the wait was anything but short.
There was no telling how far away he was coming from.
Bai Xuanling also found a spot to sit at ease, watching Chu Xingchen occasionally put on the air of a monstrous old fiend and exchange insights with the puppet that might have been controlled by the Black Crow Archbishop.
Every so often, Chu Xingchen would let out a sinister "keh keh keh," then start spouting nonsense about how he had once been invincible under heaven, killing whoever he saw and refining whoever he pleased.
After Bai Xuanling listened for a little while, Chu Xingchen had already slaughtered two cities and become a supervillain who swallowed human hearts alive, enjoyed eating children not yet a year old, and liked giving people hope only to immediately plunge them into despair.
He belonged to the sort for whom being flayed alive, boiled, and eaten would count as a peaceful end.
His defining feature was being steeped in evil, with tastes so bizarre that even evil cultivators found him a little perverse.
After listening for a good while, the Black Crow Archbishop offered a few flattering remarks, an unnamed wariness entering his gaze.
Clearly, as long as someone was sufficiently perverse, even evil cultivators would bare their teeth and grimace.
Perhaps Chu Xingchen had gotten carried away with the conversation, for his words grew increasingly outrageous.
The Black Crow Archbishop went from blindly believing him to-huh? Was that really possible?
But whenever the Black Crow Archbishop occasionally voiced a doubtful question, Chu Xingchen would raise his hand and release a strand of pure blood qi, refreshing the Black Crow Archbishop's trust to the level of "if I can't trust you, who can I trust?"