"It can't be... Among those young people, there's one who's a disciple of Maoshan. When he was a child, he visited Lao Mountain with some Daoist brothers from Maoshan."
Hua Yixun was naturally referring to Jiang Hu. Before getting on the train, he brushed past Jiang Hu and recognized him.
Maoshan is one of the Ten Great Daoist Mountains and a sect of the Profound Sect; as its disciple, he would naturally not collude with that fiend.
Upon hearing this, Gu Jingqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"As long as it has no accomplices, that fiend won't escape even if it grows wings."
"Don't underestimate it. That's a demon we're dealing with." Hua Yixun lowered his voice. Mentioning that word, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"A snake demon!"
Since the founding of the nation, spirit monsters have found it hard to become demons, yet the one Gu Jingqiu and his apprentice were hunting was a genuine demon—a snake demon at that.
The "Nanyang Strange Chronicles" once recorded a story.
