Huangfu Qingjue’s Identity

In the midst of the chaos, an old man appeared and shook his head as he gently waved his hand. A thick qi emitted from his hand and the struggling middle-aged men managed to steady themselves and slowly fell in line before him.

"Lord Sacred Emperor," greeted the middle-aged men respectfully with faces full of shame.

"All retreat," the old man commanded the middle-aged men.

This was the demon emperor. At this moment, only did Ling Chuxi manage to see the old man's face properly. His face resembled the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, it was so wrinkled and so gathered with deep and distant bits of wisdom throughout. His cultivation level was unfathomable.

"Master, these two broke into Little Silver Ancient Mountain, and…" The young man with fiery hair went over to welcome the old man, reporting the facts of the situation to him urgently.

"Zhen Ye, you should retreat first," interrupted the demon emperor.