Zhenlu Mountain was the final barrier of Dragon Tiger Mountain Sacred Graveyard; through this mountain, one could reach the Sacred Graveyard.
Zhou Dao escorted the Thirteenth Prince, traveling for ten days, stopping here to rest, who would have thought they would encounter this scene.
With the little black cat in his arms, Zhou Dao watched the imp with great interest, a compelling intensity in his eyes.
"Outsider, what are you talking about?"
Chen Xiaofan's arm holding the strange blade hung low, his cold eyes holding a hint of wariness.
"Interesting, a great demon so cautious, your vision is not bad, you know I can kill you." Zhou Dao said softly.
Mountain wind blowing, passing through the worn window into the temple, stirring Zhou Dao's hem, revealing a golden feather.
"Demon Control Department!?"
Chen Xiaofan suddenly changed his face, a killing intent emerging from his eyes.