It was a middle aged man who was speaking. He wore a pure white robe and held a pitch black ruler, and there was a slightly strange looking demon beast by his side.

The demon beast was completely pitch black. It had the head of a dragon and the body of a tiger. It stood on all fours, and it emanated a cold aura.

Yang Ye gazed at the middle aged man, sized up the man, and then shook his head, “We’ve never met!”

The middle aged man frowned slightly, “The aura of your ...