In the old temple.
The Demon God Hei Lian looked at the man who entered holding a Demon Sword with a peculiar gaze, and wondered, "Bi Lin, you two..."
"Do we look alike?" Bi Lin said with a bright smile.
"You're practically carved from the same mold!" Hei Lian exclaimed.
He had known Bi Lin for many years but had never imagined that another Demon from the Ghost Demon Clan could be so strikingly similar to Bi Lin in appearance, temperament, and aura!
Equally handsome, similarly arrogant and extraordinary, even the Demonic Path Sorcery they cultivated felt largely alike to him.
Observing the Demon Clan man who had barged in, he felt as if he were looking at Bi Lin, which he found unbelievable.
"Bi Lin, who is he, exactly?"
In the center of Hei Lian's brow, a black crescent-shaped Divine Talisman emerged.
A dark crescent moon suddenly appeared in the half-sky of the temple and emitted a faint Demon Light, conveying an ancient interrogative Demon Sound.
