"I met him, naturally."
Reflecting on the brief meeting earlier today, the other party's eloquence, bearing, and cultivation level—even the well-traveled Moyun Cave Lord had to admit his admiration privately.
"Though merely a rogue cultivator, Demon King Qingyang's presence is no less commanding than that of a regional overlord. He is on par with Daoist Huangfu, if not more impressive!"
This remark was spoken with genuine sincerity.
However, falling upon Huangfu Song's ears, it sounded utterly grating.
"My Huangfu Clan is the descendant of the royal bloodline of the most illustrious dynasty in North Sea's history! A mere rogue cultivator, despite the so-called title of 'Demon King,' dares to compare himself to me?"
"Oh?"
Moyun Cave Lord glanced at him with a faint smile and spoke slowly:
"If he does not merit your regard, then why bother praising his abilities so elaborately before me?"
"Could it be, Daoist Huangfu, that you are deliberately sowing discord? Hmm?"
