It was past eight o'clock, the appointed time had arrived, yet the Demon Lord had not appeared on time.
Zuo Yan was not angry and remained composed, waiting for him with a great mood.
Because he believed he would appear.
As he hoped, Nie Jiuque came.
A dark shadow tore through the night sky, carrying endless murderous aura straight towards Zuo Yan at the edge of the cliff.
Zuo Yan, sensing the danger, instinctively raised his hand to block.
However, upon feeling the other's presence and recognizing who it was, Zuo Yan had no intention of retracting his hand. A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he retaliated with full force against the opponent.
The newcomer easily parried the blow, landed steadily, habitually placing one hand behind his back.
The eyes under the mask shot straight at Zuo Yan as if asking for an explanation.
Zuo Yan was startled.
Wasn't he injured? How could he still take a full-force blow from him?
"Such audacity, daring to lay a hand on me."
