Repression

In the sky, Ling Xian had his white robe on and he held onto his heavenly sword. Suspending proudly in midair, he mimicked a matchless immortal that garnered everyone's respect.

The moment the demon saw him, he acted like a rat who had just encountered a cat. His body shook in fear and this drastic reaction made everyone think of Ling Xian as an immortal who just landed!

To the demon, Ling Xian was exactly that!

He wasn't fearful of Ling Xian, but he feared the Demon Defending Monument to the extreme. Therefore, he didn't dare to disobey what Ling Xian had to ask and quickly faked a smile.

His bright expression did not reveal a trace of arrogance. Instead, it was full of carefulness.

"I am very satisfied with that smile. Hold it."

Ling Xian grinned as well. "Demon, it's been at least a decade since we last saw each other."