The entire talisman array realm returned to tranquility.
Inside the cave estate.
Two figures, one sitting and one standing, faced each other.
Between them, a ball of bloodfire slowly pulsed, illuminating the dim cave estate… yet this bloodfire emitted a crimson glow, casting an eerie and sinister aura on the cave's walls.
"You don't seem anxious."
The Shadow chuckled lightly, smirking.
"Why would I be anxious?"
The Nether Sea Venerable sat calmly before the bloodfire, saying, "In this world, the most worthless thing is grass without roots. Wherever the wind blows, that's where the grass leans."
In his view, the appearance of the Holy Emperor's dharma aspect last night and those people visiting the Saint Prince were the most ordinary things.
He, Nether Sea, never recruited… Death Soldiers.
A feast to enjoy.
A concert to appreciate.
How could these Great Demons sell their lives to anyone?
"Just need another gust of wind."
