les of Jiuling Sect are truly oblivious to propriety.Bai Suzhen's face was full of grievance.She wanted to find a master to heal the hidden injuries inside her.Besides, she didn't expect to be able to...A white-haired elder, with Xiao Shi and Jiu Shu, arrived at the market at the foot of Floating Cloud Mountain.

"Master, we met that Ye Qingyun right here in this marketplace."

Xiao Shi said.

The white-haired old man grunted, then closed his eyes, using his spiritual sense to explore the entire market.

The old man was highly skilled, able to see everything in the entire market at a glance.

It's just very quick.

The old man was a little disappointed.

While the entire marketplace was mostly peaceful, there were some warriors present.

But they were all of low cultivation, not worthy of his attention.

Of course, it couldn't possibly be that mysterious expert.

But then again.

That expert might have been concealing his cultivation all along, wanting to travel the world as an ordinary person.

Perhaps among those mortals I have investigated, there is this mysterious master.

Thus, the white-haired elder calmed his mind and began to wander through the entire market.

Xiao Shi let Jiu Shu return to Beichuan first, while he wandered through the market with the white-haired old man.

He wandered for a full seven days.

This small market has been thoroughly figured out by the old man with white hair.

He even knew exactly how many elderly people and children there were at the market.

But he was never found.

Could it be that this esteemed individual has already departed

The white-haired elder couldn't help but speculate thus.

Xiao Shi suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, he seems to know Huang Lao Han, the storyteller at the teahouse."

The old man with white hair glared at her.

"Why didn't you say so earlier"

Xiao Shi felt a little embarrassed.

"Master, please forgive me. I forgot."

Since we had a lead, of course we had to investigate it immediately.

Two master and apprentice arrived at the teahouse.

Just then, the old man was telling a story.

And the book he was talking about was *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* that Ye Qingyun told him.

The old man spoke with passion and fervor.

The teahouse was packed, with no empty seats to be found. The owner was delighted and couldn't stop smiling as he kept instructing his staff to serve the guests more tea and water.

Since Ye Qingyun read a book aloud at his teahouse once, the business of the teahouse has been booming every day.

It's much stronger than before.

Although Ye Qingyun didn't continue to tell stories after that, Huang Lao Han was still able to tell the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

"Master, that is Old Man Huang."

Xiao Shi pointed at the old man who was telling stories.

The white-haired old man glanced at the yellowed old man, confirming that this person had no cultivation.

He didn't interrupt directly, but listened to the old man Huang's story.

Unconsciously, the old man with white hair was completely immersed in it, his thoughts following the story told by the old Huang.

When the story was finished, many of the guests in the teahouse had left.

Then the old man with white hair allowed Xiao Shi to go ask questions.

Soon, Xiao Shi returned.

"Master, I've found out. That Ye Qingyun seems to live on the nearby Floating Cloud Mountain."

"Mount Fuyun"

The old man with white hair frowned slightly.

He seemed to remember having been here before.

Upon careful recollection, the white-haired elder remembered.

More than a hundred years ago, the white-haired old man had an intense confrontation with a powerful enemy. In his pursuit, he traveled through Floating Cloud Mountain.

Back then, the old man with white hair was still shocked by the restrictions on Mount Fu Yun.

"Let's go to Fuyun Mountain."

The two wasted no time and immediately went to Mount Floating Cloud.

When the old man with white hair saw that there was no more black mist covering the peak of the floating clouds, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"The ban from back then has actually disappeared!"

He remembered it very clearly.

When he passed through Fuyun Mountain, he thought it was just ordinary black mist. As a result, he triggered the prohibition and almost lost his life here.

Now, the black mist on the mountain has completely dissipated.

The prohibition has also disappeared.

Could it be the work of that esteemed individual

The old man with white hair couldn't help but think so.

He steadied himself and, with Xiao Shi, walked towards the mountain.

Not long after.

The old man with white hair stopped his steps.

"Master, what's wrong"

Xiao Shi looked at the white-haired old man in confusion.

The white-haired elder remained silent, his face grave as he stared intently ahead.

Xiao Shi followed the gaze of the white-haired elder.

Just then, a golden retriever lay on a rock not far away, basking lazily in the sun.

This golden retriever even exposed its belly, looking lazy and relaxed.

This is the dog following that young cloud!

Xiao Shi recognized it at a glance.

Just as she was about to go over, the old man with white hair stopped her.

"What's wrong, Master"

Xiao Shi was puzzled.

The old man's expression was extremely grave, to the point of fear.

He stared at the golden retriever, his breathing becoming heavy.

"This is a demon king!"

Xiao Shi was stunned.

What is this

Demon King

The old man with white hair was full of fear in his eyes and did not dare to move forward.

He bowed deeply to Damo.

"The old man is not the Heavenly Official, I bow to Your Majesty, the Demon King!"

> Da Mao stuck out his tongue but made no response.

The white-haired old man, however, became more and more nervous.

Because he couldn't see through Da Mao's depth at all.

But he could be sure, this was definitely a demon king.

Demon King!

The King among Demons.

Even in a place where demons gather, the number of demon kings would not exceed ten.

Every demon king possesses extraordinary power that reaches from heaven to earth.

To destroy a nation, it's child's play.

A white-haired elder was already a rare master among humans.

Although powerful, he is still some way behind the Demon King.

"Huh You just said this demon king was with that high-ranking person"

Suddenly, a white-haired old man asked.

Xiao Shi nodded repeatedly.

The old man with white hair shuddered.

Sure enough!

That Ye Qingyun is definitely a remarkable expert.

Even the Demon King could be urged by it.

This is terrifying.

To be able to drive the Demon King, that's a terrifying existence!

Even though the white-haired elder was well-traveled and knowledgeable, driving away a demon king would likely only be possible for someone like the Heavenly Strategist Dragon Master from thousands of years ago, who once dominated the world and forced countless powerful individuals to submit.

But even the celestial dragon master was only able to make a newly promoted demon king submit to him.

But the golden retriever in front of me is definitely more than just a rookie demon king.

My master doesn't like to be showy.

At this time, Damo spoke.

The white-haired old man and Xiao Shi both stiffened.

If you wish to visit my master, you must not reveal his identity and must not disrupt his state of mind while he travels through the mortal world.

The white-haired old man nodded repeatedly.

"This is natural. Since a high-ranking person has chosen to reside here, it must be to experience the world of mortals. This old man will certainly cooperate."

While Xiao Shi's thoughts became more complex.

She recalled all of Ye Qingyun's previous performances.

It was all an act.

The person is a true hermit who just wants to experience life in the mortal world.

As soon as she thought about how she had bullied Ye Qingyun, Xiao Shi wished she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

This is so embarrassing.

Luckily, the other person didn't hold it against me.

Then you go.

Damo said lightly.

Thank you!

The white-haired elder bowed deeply, then continued up the mountain with Xiao Shi.

We didn't walk for long.

But then a deafening roar split the air.

A white-haired old man suddenly raised his head.

He witnessed the most awe-inspiring scene of his life.

A azure dragon rose from the mountaintop, soaring into the clouds.

"Dragon"

The old man with white hair was startled, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.n't seem to mind too much."It doesn't matter if I am male or female."“What’s important is that I want to keep hearing your story.”As long as you speak well and please my ears, I shall reward you hands...