Wan Zhi's speed was extremely fast, but the two Martial Saints weren't slow either; one in front and one behind, they blocked his path.
Contrary to what they'd imagined, Wan Zhi didn't have the aura of a legendary expert. His face was full of obsequious flattery. "Honored sirs! We've never met, and we have no grudges between us. Why are you two chasing me?"
"You're Wan Zhi?"
Mo Hongyun looked at the Demon Cultivator in front of him, who didn't even have a proper human shape, and found it hard to match him to the so‑called number one Demon Cultivator under heaven that his grandmaster had spoken of.
"This little one is indeed called Wan Zhi, but I'm only an ordinary little Demon Cultivator. I haven't done anything at all."
From their Cultivation, Wan Zhi instantly knew their identities—but so what? He was certain these two wouldn't fully believe Yan Qing's words. These stupid Martial Cultivators could only see that miserable Child of Ji Mie.
