Demon Phoenix felt some fear. The aura emanating from the Masked Old Man was terrifying, making him tremble inwardly. He wanted to move farther away, but held himself back, knowing that the Masked Old Man, at least, would not attack him.
He had never expected to hear the Masked Old Man reveal his own name here. Clearly, he was in a state of extreme fury and had somewhat lost his composure.
Only after quite some time did the Masked Old Man, Huo Lian, slowly regain his calm.
"Senior!" Demon Phoenix called softly.
"To think even I would lose my composure. This must have weighed on my heart for too long, without anyone for me to tell. I never expected to end up telling a little thing like you about it. Not that you would understand even if I told you. Hahaha!" Huo Lian laughed loudly.
Demon Phoenix did not know just how long this old man had lived, but he could make some guesses. In his eyes, this old man was likewise an old ghost, an old relic.
Then did that not mean the old ghosts and old fellows he spoke of had lived even longer?
For a moment, Demon Phoenix realized that this Jianghu was even more unfathomable than he had imagined, and fraught with danger.
That was hardly Demon Phoenix's fault. Although he had lived for over a thousand years, he had rarely interacted with the outside world and knew little of the affairs of the Jianghu, especially its secrets.
"Senior, can this formation no longer be activated?" Demon Phoenix did not pursue their earlier topic.
Seeing that the Masked Old Man had regained his calm, he supposed he would not tell him any more about those matters.
"I should have guessed, really. It certainly cannot succeed now,