The warm sun spilled down, filtering through the rippling green waves of willow branches, falling into the tranquil courtyard.
Under the willow tree, a silhouette turned to look over, dressed in black leather, with a black headscarf, deep as night in the bright daylight.
"Thousand-Year-Old Demon!?"
Zhang Sheng looked at the other, tentatively asking.
The Thousand-Year-Old Demon online was a well-read and deeply knowledgeable figure, adept in the teachings of various Daoist sects. In Zhang Sheng's eyes, this might be a Daoist elder, a reclusive master, forming a stark contrast with the youthful figure before him.
Therefore, he couldn't be sure if this young man in black leather was truly the Thousand-Year-Old Demon.
"That old fellow has made many connections." The youth in black leather said coolly.
"That old fellow has already run off, you're late..."
"I am late too!"
The youth in black leather lowered his gaze, a coldness emerging on his handsome, wild face.
