Inside the grand hall.
Only two people were present.
It felt a bit empty.
Ning Qi silently observed the silver-haired elder in front of him. His figure was tall, and there was a faint smile on his lips. He looked like an ordinary neighborly old man, and his presence was unassuming. Yet because of this, Ning Qi did not dare to underestimate him.
"He ought to be a powerful figure, like the Blade Demon," he speculated in his heart. Although he could win steadily, it would not be easy to take him down without a certain opportunity.
The Grand Elder smiled and gestured to the seat beside him:
"Tianming, please sit. It's just the two of us here, no need to be so formal."
Ning Qi was not surprised.
Qu Tianming, that was Ghost Mask's real name, but only a few in the Demon Sect knew this. Most people called him Ghost Mask because he habitually wore the Bronze Ghost Mask.
"Was the journey smooth?" The Grand Elder got straight to the point.
Ning Qi cupped his hands and said:
