The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Xin Guangxuan knelt on the ground.

Lu Shanyue paced back and forth, saying, “Things are looking grim! In recent days, the Demon General and members of the Soul Seizing Sect have suddenly kept to themselves, likely harboring some sinister plot, and now an unidentified Thousand Faces Demon Monarch has turned up. The situation around Whitefloat City is becoming increasingly dangerous.”

The Deputy City Lord frowned and said, “Third cousin, keep calm, as long as the City Lord is here, there will be no issues unless Souhun Zhenren himself arrives.”

“Hopefully so,” Lu Shanyue nodded.

Once the Deputy City Lord had left, Lu Shanyue slapped Xin Guangxuan on the shoulder, “You, Xin Guangxuan, enjoying yourself at Goulan and not inviting me? If you had brought this Elder along, we would never have let the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch escape.”

Xin Guangxuan had no words in response.

“Never mind, go to Misty Peak and inform Sect Master Ye about the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch. Tell him to be cautious,” directed Lu Shanyue.

“Yes,” Xin Guangxuan hurriedly scuttled away.