Old Demon Slaughter’s expression was full of dense dread. After recovering from his near descent into madness, he dared not act recklessly.

The hall was riddled with the scars of battle, with blood and gore strewn all over the place.

All eyes were upon the elder in gray, but he ignored everyone else present. 

He straightened up his clothes, then faced Su Yi, clasped his fist, and nodded in solemn greeting. “This old man is called Weng Jiu. Greetings, Young Lord.”

Everyone was stunned. 

Madam Rou’s beautiful eyes widened, and waves of shock coursed through her heart.

She had lived in Nine Tripod City for years, and as the proprietor of the Song of the Sandy Creek, she was a highly influential figure in her own right. Only Spirit Dao cultivators were worthy of her attention. 

However, with her status, when she saw the elder in gray, even she had no choice but to respectfully greet him as Elder Weng. She dared not be the least bit negligent!

She would never have guessed that someone of Weng Jiu’s status would take the initiative to bow to a young man!

There really is something strange about the boy’s identity! Madam Rou’s beautiful eyes filled with uncertainty.

She noticed earlier that...