Song Qingyi's look changed, the divine brush on her hand radiated with immeasurable light. The night was like day, exposing everything around it, but it still failed to force Yan Xu out of hiding.
He was frustrated and terrified. This demon master was actually unafraid of Honored master's valued treasure. He was indeed the scariest demon lord in thousands of years.
However, Song Qingyi was not who he once was. He has suffered many hardships throughout the years. It has enabled him to have a clearer understanding of the present difficulty in what it takes to defeat an opponent like this. Or should he say, how hopeless it was to secure a victory.
The light dissipated and the night, silent.
Shen Lian chuckled and said softly: "You are angry."