"Ever since this old man learned of the Heavenly Demon Sect, I have always wanted to find an opportunity to contact Sect Master Qing. Today, by sheer coincidence, my wish has truly been fulfilled. It is also this old man's honor!" Seeing Zhang Qingxiao put away the blood array, Yin Meng recited a strange incantation as well. The demonic realm slowly transformed into streams of black mist, which spun rapidly as Yin Meng drew them into his body. At the same time, his figure gradually shrank. Once the black mist around him vanished, a normal-sized Yin Meng appeared before Zhang Qingxiao.
"May I ask which sect this [***] fellow Daoist comes from?" Zhang Qingxiao pondered for a moment before asking softly.
"Hehe, no hurry, no hurry. This old man came out this time on other business, and now that all the disciples at my side have perished, I happen to have time to discuss matters properly with Sect Master Qing. We can talk about these things slowly later," Yin Meng said with a smile.
"Excellent!" Zhang Qingxiao clapped his hands. "I was precisely hoping for [***] Fellow Daoist's guidance!"
"I would not dare, I would not dare. This old man also has a matter to trouble Sect Master Qing with." Yin Meng cupped his hands. "If Sect Master Qing can accomplish this old man's task, then you will be the foremost contributor to our Demonic Path unifying the Xiaoyu Continent!"
"Unify the Xiaoyu Continent?" Zhang Qingxiao frowned and asked strangely, "The demonic cultivators of Million Meng Mountain..."
"Hehe, that is precisely why this old man and the others came here!" Yin Meng said only that much and no more. He merely looked at the hole in the hall's ceiling, his face full of confusion. "Which sect did that cultivator who