Luo Yue could not help growing wary of this unknown great demon who had suddenly appeared.
Fortunately, she had not rashly attacked Yan Ruyu just now. Though the Azure Emperor Lineage had fallen into decline, Yan Ruyu was still, at least openly, the princess of the Demon Race. Great demons from all quarters watched over her, both openly and in secret.
It was not that they were particularly loyal.
Rather, those old demons feared neither heaven nor earth, and every last one was an unrestrained troublemaker. Some probably even wished Yan Ruyu would meet with disaster sooner, so they would have an excuse to turn on the Human Race's great families and holy lands together.
"Roar!"
Little Ming let out a low growl, golden slit pupils fixed warily on the slovenly Daoist who had suddenly appeared. The Nethergold Scales covering Little Ming's body opened and closed slightly, giving off a faint draconic pressure and chill.
The Daoist did not get angry. Instead, he studied Little Ming with interest and clicked his tongue in wonder. "She really was willing to part with her-she actually gave her own daughter away-"
"You needn't look at me like that. I'm not so far gone that I'd attack you." The Daoist wore black feather robes and a purple-gold crown as he spoke.
Then he glanced at Luo Yue again. "Besides, with this little one at your side, there are precious few in the entire Southern Region's Demon World who would dare touch you."
"What guidance do you have for me, senior?"
Luo Yue's ice-blue essence swirled beneath her black pupils. His seemingly easygoing words had not lowered her guard.
To appear soundlessly in the sixth level of the Fire Domain, perhaps even watching her entire tribulation without being detected-the slovenly Daoist's cultivation was unfathomable.
"Guidance?