After Huo Lian left, Hong Yi, who was soaking in the essence blood, could not help asking, "Master, was that man really the Demon Hall Master?"
Baili Zhen let out a long breath. Huo Lian's presence had put him under tremendous pressure.
He was, after all, a capricious old monster of the Demonic Path. Who could guarantee that he would not turn hostile and attack if Baili Zhen said one wrong word?
Especially since he had just refused Huo Lian's attempts to recruit him twice-that had been an ordeal for him as well.
But Baili Zhen would never take orders from anyone else, not even Huo Lian, the Demon Hall Master.
He would rather die than become someone else's subordinate.
Fortunately, Huo Lian had not kept pressing him. Otherwise, he could only have fought Huo Lian to the death.
Baili Zhen knew very well how that would end. He could not possibly be Huo Lian's match, and would certainly die a miserable death.
"That's right. That old bastard was Huo Lian, the previous Hall Master of the Demon Hall," Baili Zhen replied.
"So it really was him! He's actually still alive? Didn't they say Demon Hall Masters only held their positions for a very short time?" Hong Yi asked in surprise.
Hong Yi's reaction was perfectly normal. Nearly everyone in the Jianghu thought the same way, believing those Demon Hall Masters were all dead.
"The methods of these old monsters are beyond what you or I can imagine," Baili Zhen said with a sigh.
In fact, Baili Zhen himself had lived for nearly a thousand years and was only somewhat younger than Huo Lian.
Calling Huo Lian an old monster now was a little odd.
Of course, Hong Yi still did not know just how old his master was.
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