Inside the attic, an elder dressed in a pinstriped Taoist robe sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, holding a horsetail whisk in his hand. The incense burner emitted a faint, refreshing fragrance, instantly invigorating anyone who caught its scent.
Yu Jianfeng looked at Bo Yu Daojun, who had his back turned to him, and hurriedly bowed respectfully, saying, "Junior Yu Jianfeng seeks an audience with Senior Daojun."
"Demon Race Royal Family." Bo Yu Daojun spoke lightly, "Instead of hiding properly outside, you've come to me seeking a weapon. Do you think your days are already too long?"
"The outside world has never stopped hunting your kind."
With just a few words, Bo Yu Daojun revealed the true origins of the Demon Race. He was undoubtedly a reclusive powerhouse, akin to the Crescent Moon Sage, fully aware of external affairs without needing to directly experience them.
A true powerhouse remains strongly connected to the world even without stepping outside their quarters.
