Arao listened to these words and instantly broke out into laughter, her eyebrows and eyes curving like in the days of old, but her deep-set eyes were no longer clear and translucent.
"Do you think I've gone mad, Master? You're so clever, why don't you guess how I managed to reach the Holy Peak in just a few short months and trample all the immortals beneath my feet?"
He squinted his eyes and said nothing, but an absurd idea that sent shivers down his spine sprang up in his mind.
She made a small gesture with a smile on her face.
Suddenly, the dense demon clouds behind her parted like the tide, and a tall, majestic figure emerged. As he stepped down the mountain stairs, the pitch-black demon mists wrapped around him like a cloak faded with the wind, revealing a valiant and dignified face.
He was dressed in an exquisite and luxurious black Imperial Robe, adorned with gold-trimmed edges that reflected a sacred and blinding light under the fierce sun.
