Profound Celestial Demon City.
City Lord's Mansion.
Inside a resplendent hall.
"Senluo is dead."
Madam Qi's face was pale, and black mist coiled around her. Behind her, the phantom of a Demon Snake was faintly visible as her cold gaze swept over everyone in the hall.
Upon hearing this, Ling Yan, a handsome youth, and an old man with wings sprouting from his back all reacted differently.
The old man had white hair and wrinkled skin, his face etched with age. His grayish-white wings and bright, spirited eyes gave him an air of great wisdom.
Ling Yan remained cold and distant. Her stunningly beautiful face was expressionless, though her gaze flickered slightly.
"So he didn't manage to escape after all?" The handsome youth's face showed undisguised schadenfreude.
Of the four Dharma Level experts summoned by the Black Jade Demon City's Lord that day, three had pursued Madam Qi in an attempt to reclaim the Demon Suppression Stele.
