Thousand-Year-Old Demon!?
The name exploded in Zhang Fan's mind like a thunderclap, and he stared at the eerie figure on the mural in disbelief, showing a look of astonishment and doubt.
The owner of this grand tomb was a figure from three to four hundred years ago, yet he also encountered the Thousand-Year-Old Demon!?
"Thousand-Year-Old Demon... Is it the same person? Or just a coincidence? Or is the Thousand-Year-Old Demon merely a title?" Zhang Fan's eyes flickered uncertainly, but his mind was already a mess.
Qi Delong, unaware of his thoughts, continued interpreting the contents of the mural.
"So that's how it is..."
"What?" Zhang Fan snapped out of his thoughts and asked.
"Do you know what Immortal Technique that so-called master taught this Daoist?" Qi Delong countered.
Zhang Fan was taken aback for a moment, shook his head—how would he know?
"Corpse Dissolving Immortal!" Qi Delong's lips eased open, uttering four words.
