Waiting to receive Clark was "Beo Chang" - The Tyrant Fist, a solitary demonic cultivator. His presence here lent him immense mystery.
The other person was called "The Wisdom Demon".
These two were known as the Demons of Immortality: The Deformed Demon and The Wisdom Demon.
Clark, in truth, was interested in talking with them and obtaining the best information.
The three sat at a round table.
Calm was evident upon it.
But Clark opened the conversation:
• "So, gentlemen, I know my question is rude, but I am a man who loves business and talking about it, and I prefer to be direct."
• "So, tell me about the special things here in the Demon Venerable's cave: The Spectral King."
• "My knowledge is not as deep as yours, as you know, gentlemen! Hahahaha."
Clark's tongue was glib; he knew how to speak, when to speak, and when to be silent.
If he wanted you to respect him, you would. If he wanted you to hate him, you would.
The Wisdom Demon and the Deformed Demon spoke:
