Zhang Yan spoke loudly, "Taiheng Ancestor has long been slain by my hand, fellow Daoist need not worry."
Zhang Boyant's heart couldn't help but tremble, and he looked on in amazement, with a hint of wariness in his eyes.
He had experienced the might of this Old Demon, whose means and Divine Skills were exceptionally brilliant. Knowing how difficult he was to deal with, if Zhang Yan could slay him, it clearly wasn't as simple as it seemed; he probably had some formidable Dharma Treasure at his disposal.
He wasn't without suspicion that Zhang Yan was deceiving him, but escaping from this Old Demon's grasp was always a good thing, so he hoped this matter was true. He steadied himself and asked, "Is this place the Mountain Gate of your sect?"
Zhang Yan shook his head and laughed, "No, this place is the jurisdiction of Qingyu Sect on Xuanling Island in the East Sea."
