"Heaven's wrath shakes the sky, thunder and rain sweeping the heavens—surely, this is the moment when you demons reveal your true forms."
At that moment, a chilly, mocking laughter drifted from the distance.
Yu Fu steadied himself against the car, raising his head to look. The raging wind whipped up dust, and at the end of the road, two Daoists approached slowly—one with snow-white skin, the other tall and gaunt.
"Daoist whelps from Qingcheng Mountain…"
Upon seeing the newcomers, a cold glint flashed in Yu Fu's deep-set eyes.
"I am Xu Qinglai, and this is my junior brother, Lanting Bamboo." The Daoist with pale skin held an oil paper umbrella, displaying refined courtesy, a faint, elusive smile playing upon his lips.
"Senior brother, why waste words with this Old Fish Demon?"
