"Let's see if there's anyone I know?" The Beiming Elder took a step forward, scrutinizing the Valley Master before him.
He did not recognize the identity of the Valley Master, but the Valley Master recognized him.
"Damn, wasn't the Old Demon King sealed away? How did he get out?" The Valley Master felt sweat slowly sliding down his face.
Back then, when he was just a little demon, he had no status like he did today, and had witnessed the Old Demon King's overwhelming demonic might with his own eyes.
"You recognize me?" The Beiming Elder could tell from the Valley Master's expression that he might have been recognized, and promptly asked.
"I have seen the senior once." The Valley Master wiped the sweat off his forehead. Seeing the Beiming Elder was like a nightmare he could never forget in his lifetime.
It was freaking scary. Back then, many Supreme Demons became the Beiming Elder's prey; not even their bones were spared, ending up in that White Bone Stick.
