Within the world-famous Purple Mountain Holy Spring at the Purple Mountain Demon Sect headquarters sat an old man with a white beard and hair. His brow was lined with wrinkles, and he exuded a domineering aura.
A young man wearing the purple uniform of an Inner Sect Disciple walked up to the Purple Mountain Holy Spring and smiled faintly. "Greetings, Purple Mountain Demon Sect Master."
"A Void Demon… You have some nerve. To sneak into my Purple Mountain Demon Sect is one thing, but to dare appear before me? Are you looking to die?"
The Purple Mountain Demon Sect Master's eyes snapped open, a sharp light flashing within them like two razor-sharp daggers stabbing toward the purple-robed young man. His gaze was cold, his voice like ice.
The young man in purple smiled faintly. "Sect Leader, with just a word from you, I would never have been able to ascend this Spirit Mountain. The only reason I could is because you allowed it."
