Chapter 62 — The Demonic Cult

Elder Nian, hearing the disrespect in his words, frowned again and again, and was just reaching out to pull him back and bid him be quiet.

It was at that moment, amid all the clamor and argument, that a sweet woman's voice, cold in tone, spoke lightly: "Do you very much wish to know the reason?"

At the sound of that woman's voice Zhang Qingyue was shaken to the core, and his body involuntarily stretched out a little further. There, in the torchlight, in the direction the Demonic Sect faced, a woman in green robes slowly rose to her feet.

It was none other than Bili.