"Your disciple pays his respects, Master."
The cave where Lin Shisan and Zhao Xun had eaten barbecue.
Half an hour later.
Lin Shisan had long since left, leaving only Zhao Xun drinking and eating meat alone.
His ears twitched and his brows jumped. He immediately went outside the cave and stood respectfully to one side.
A scruffy, middle-aged man, a pitch-black wine gourd hanging at his waist, was gazing absently at the moon.
He was Han Yansong, the prodigiously talented Eldest Senior Brother known as Drunkard, the Great Demon spoken of by the Demon Sect.
Even from far away, the strong smell of liquor reached the nose.
Compared with three months earlier, he seemed even more haggard and thin, his back stooped as well.
On the night the Demon Sect launched its major invasion of Tai Chi Hall, almost all of Tai Chi Hall's core forces had been deployed.
Although they had dealt a devastating blow to the Demon Sect's fighting strength and rooted out a whole batch of Demon Cave Spies, Tai Chi Hall had also paid a price.
More importantly, his most cherished daughter had ultimately been taken away by that fiend from the Demon Sect, the person who resembled Mu Ling'er.
He had aged ten years overnight.
His jet-black hair had turned completely white in an instant.
Even his beard and eyebrows had gone white, a sight that made one sigh with heartache.
There was no other choice. The Demon Spirit had completely invaded Mu Ling'er, and forcibly keeping her there would have been futile. It would only have hastened her demonization, or even her death.
"He left?"
"Yes. Junior Brother should have nearly reached the foot of the mountain by now."
Zhao Xun stood respectfully to one side, his hands lowered.
Not a trace remained of