Waiting is inherently a very painful thing.
Yin Xie secretly cursed Baili Yan's ancestors from eighteen generations back; he was truly frustrated. Why did Baili Yan insist on causing trouble for him?
Yin Xie sat haphazardly on a giant rock, anxiously waiting for Baili Yan to return.
But no matter how he waited left and right, Yin Xie still didn't find Baili Yan. The Demon King of the Seventy-Two Caves suddenly felt an ominous premonition expand in his heart. Yin Xie stood up from the rock, looked up at the mountain peak hidden in the clouds, his brows almost knitting into knots, and mumbled to himself in frustration, "Could Baili Yan have run off on his own, leaving me here to fend for myself?"
Yin Xie had no choice but to think this way about someone, after all, Baili Yan had been gone for quite a while and yet there wasn't a trace of him.
But while Yin Xie was complaining about someone, a deep laughter suddenly resounded in his ear.
