Before they knew it, the sky gradually cleared and brightened once more.
Xu Zimo stretched lazily. The book in his hands had already reached its final page.
"Finished," he said, letting out a long breath as he picked up the hot tea beside him and took a light sip.
The exhaustion of the entire night seemed to have been swept away.
"Thanks," Xu Zimo said as he rose to his feet.
"I still need to go to Triumphal Hall. I'll come again when I have the chance."
"I'm always here. Young Master may come whenever you wish," the old man replied with a nod.
Xu Zimo nodded and promptly left Taoguang Study Hall.
Only after Xu Zimo's figure had vanished did the scruffy old man from the entrance of the academy walk in.
He looked at the Demon Sage and asked, "You know him?"
"I do," the Demon Sage nodded.
"Are you joking? How old is that kid?" The scruffy old man clearly did not believe him.
"You'll understand in time." The Demon Sage did not wish to explain further. He merely looked out the window, gazing toward the horizon.
"This old bag of bones thought it would be buried in this Devil Domain," he said, "but I never expected to have another chance to leave the mountains."
"Where are you going?" The scruffy old man still seemed unable to understand.
"To walk once more upon the summit of the Nine Domains," the Demon Sage said with a smile.
The moment he said this, the scruffy old man beside him was already dumbstruck, his mouth hanging wide open.
He seemed unable to believe what he had heard.
Has Demon Sage Ancestor read so many books that he's gone stupid? he even muttered inwardly.
"You don't understand. It is hard to