Chapter 129: You Are Not a Fish
But he still tried to make a good final impression.
He was silent for a moment, cooperating with the great demon's possible "sad emotions." He wasn't yet sure why he was so sad—perhaps it was because this demon was an anomaly, naturally sentimental. Or perhaps at certain times... demons were actually more simple and sensitive than humans?
For some reason, he thought of that night, when Young Master Nine was dying and looking at him, talking to him, the mist rising from his nostrils and ears.
At the time, he thought he was angry.
After a few more breaths, the Lord of Dongting suddenly stretched out a shiny hand from the clouds and mist and waved it at Cong Yunzi.
The layer of water light on the cultivator's body immediately receded, as if it had been absorbed into his body. Cong Yunzi came to his senses and, as soon as he opened his eyes, he shouted, "I don't know everything Liu Ling did..."
But the Lord of Dongting didn't seem to want to hear this cultivator speak anymore. With another wave of his hand, a demonic wind rose from the flat ground, wrapping up Li Yunxin, Cong Yunzi, and the three men, Ding, Zhao, and Sun, and sending them straight out of the middle hall's window and down the mountain.
In a single breath, as if riding the clouds and mist, the five of them were already in a dense forest.
Looking into the distance, they could see Dongting Lake in the night, and a faint fishy smell in the air.