The Capital of the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe

Upon hearing that voice, the expression on the Otherworldly Demon's face froze. His body trembled a little as he hurriedly lifted his head.

"Teacher?"

That voice was simply too familiar! He had heard this voice in his dreams, day and night, so there was no way that he could possibly not recognize who it belonged to!

"It's me. Are you still doing well? How did you end up joining the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe? What are you doing here?"

There were countless questions running through Zhang Xuan's mind.

Even though the Otherworldly Demon before him had disguised himself very well, such that even the Zhenqi of Slaughter coursing through his body seemed authentic, the truth still revealed itself through his Eye of Insight. With a single glance, he could tell that the other party was the student who had left him in the Qingyuan Empire without bidding farewell, Liu Yang!