The rain outside grew heavier, and the wild wind made the old Daoist's robes snap and flutter.
The old Daoist's topknot was wet with rain.
Normally, his cultivation level would have allowed him to remain untouched by a single drop, so he must have come in such a hurry that he let the rain fall upon him.
Bai Yuan gazed calmly at the old Daoist outside the door, his mind already forming a suspicion.
The old Daoist let out a soft sigh. "So, you know?"
Bai Yuan retorted, "So you knew all along?"
The old Daoist made no attempt to hide it, giving a slight nod.
In that instant, everything clicked into place for Bai Yuan.
It now seemed their meeting had been entirely orchestrated by the old Daoist. He must have long suspected that Bai Yuan was the so-called Demon Seed. For some reason, however, he hadn't eliminated him on the spot.
Bai Yuan's hand tightened on the hilt of Bloodfiend.
"Why are you all so certain that I am the Demon Seed?"
