The noble Demon race
The heavenly fate sect was surprisingly calm.
Although the outside world was abuzz with rumors about the heavenly fate sect, there were no waves within the sect.
It was as if the wind and rain in the outside world had nothing to do with the heavenly fate sect.
Buzzzzzz! Buzzzzzz!
Two figures descended from the sky and appeared above the heavenly fate sect without any warning.
These two people, one black and one white, were completely different.
One of them was the pavilion master of the ten square Pavilion, Xue Zhen. The other was a middle-aged man with a tall and sturdy figure. He was straight like a pine tree, and his face was square. His whole body was as black as ink, like a thick black dead tree.
This person was none other than the ridge Lord of the ghost God Ridge, hei kui.