"Senior Qing Luan, that person has left."
A figure strode forward from a distance, their eyes solemnly fixed on the direction Liang Hui had departed.
"He should have left."
The woman smoothed out the wrinkles on her feather robe, her eyes filled with solemnity as she spoke:
"Where did you provoke such a strong adversary?"
To contend with an existence like herself, if it came to a life and death struggle, she had no confidence in securing the final victory.
The figure approaching from afar now revealed their appearance, clad in Golden Armor, with long hair draped over their shoulders, and a rebellious face.
It was the Kunpeng Descendant, the leader of the Demon Master Palace.
"For a hundred years, we have thoroughly investigated all records of battles with that person, as well as the source."
"We can almost be certain that we never intentionally provoked him."
"Not at all?" Qing Luan's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
A moment later, the woman waved her jade hand.
