Under the waning moonlight, Ma Zongkui slowly approached with an unpleasant expression on his face.
The commotion tonight had been too great, and as the formerly most sought-after figure of the Ma Family, he had received word at the first instance.
Atop Primordial Mountain, a Sky Demon descended, the Great King's Dharma Aspect appeared… every single event underscored the prestige of Zhoudao.
One must know, that was Ma Yinglong's brother, his mortal enemy.
"To give birth to a Demon Seed from the Tao… alas, the realm of our Ancestral Master… such a pity…"
The night breeze was gentle, causing his garments to flutter.
Shrouded in his black robe, a figure stood with hands behind his back, facing away from Ma Zongkui. His face couldn't be seen in the darkness, but his words were filled with regret.