An abandoned village, a dilapidated ancestral hall.
Once flamboyant and impressive, Boss Xiao, once a dazzling pearl amidst the mortal world, leaned against the incense table, his gaze still as bright as when he stood on the theatrical stage. He stared at the door as if waiting for Zhou Dao's arrival.
Xiao Yuteng knew that with Zhou Dao's power, he would certainly find this place.
So, he did not hide, nor had any thoughts of hiding.
"What have you done?" Zhou Dao's eyebrows furrowed.
With Xiao Yuteng's mighty spirit, few in the world could match. Logically speaking, even if his Suppressing Demon Spirit Official Dharma Aspect was shattered by Zhou Dao, at most, his cultivation would be lost; however, he would not fall into such a dire state of depletion as he is now.
By the looks of him, Xiao Yuteng might not survive this very night, even without Zhou Dao's intervention.