Outside the Pavilion of the Demon Secret Manual, clouds of glowing mist swirled and a thousand auspicious signs appeared.
The Supreme Demon, Lu Jun, held a crimson Jade Scroll in his hand, the Imperial Robes of the Golden Crow around him concealed all sharpness.
The grandeur that used to echo through the starry rivers was completely gone, replaced by deep respect, with even a touch of unease between his brows.
Inside the pavilion, Chen Sheng sat cross-legged in meditation before the Jade Desk, spreading ancient scrolls before him.
His surroundings were full of chaotic streams of energy like thin mist, blending with the fragrance of books and Dao Rhyme in the pavilion, forming a tranquil Daoist field.
The Supreme Demon stood outside the pavilion's door, bowed deeply:
"Junior Lu Jun, requests to see the elder!"
The term "elder" was spoken without any reluctance, after all, he was facing someone whom his father had described as the incarnation of a mysterious Saint.
"Come in."
