"Train here," the Demon Saint ordered coldly.
Fang Lin stiffened, not daring to ask any more questions. After all, if this powerful being truly wanted to harm him, he wouldn't need to go through so much trouble.
And with the Demon Saint here, those Demon Kings in the vicinity would probably not dare to act against him.
The Demon Saint, being the supreme among demons and ruler of all beasts, would make even Demon Kings tremble with fear in his presence.
"Thank you, elder." Fang Lin expressed his gratitude, then promptly began to refine the Unfading Flower of Seven Spirits.
The Demon Saint flash-stepped back into the Nine Palace Bag, seemingly unwilling to linger in the outside world.
Meanwhile, at the border of the Hundred Beast Mountain, all the martial artists within were driven into a frenzy by Zhou Yishui's words.
