The Demon with Holy Radiance

That was Pan Yu’s voice. He wasn’t mistaken.

Although it had been a long time since he’d last seen Pan Yu, her voice had left a deep impression on him. An image of her quickly formed in Yang An’s mind.

In response, however, countless White Feathers extended from behind Yang An, all pointing at the door.

Even though it was Pan Yu’s voice, he couldn’t be certain the person inside was actually her. He had to be cautious.

Yang An didn’t answer. Instead, he knocked on the door again. Soon, the sound of approaching footsteps came from inside.

The footsteps were light and slow. It seemed the person inside was also cautiously approaching the door.

With a CLICK from the lock, a crack appeared in the wooden door, which then slowly swung open.

But when the door opened, Yang An wasn’t greeted by Pan Yu. Instead, a massive eye filled the entire doorway.

The eye was riddled with bloodshot veins. The black pupil alone was the size of an ox’s head.

All the veins writhed like worms, rapidly burrowing toward the pupil. The giant eye’s surface instantly became like a mirror, reflecting Yang An’s figure.

Yang An reacted instantly. The moment he saw the eye, the White Feathers he had prepared shot toward the massive orb like bullets.

Bloody holes appeared all over the eye, and a muffled groan came from inside the room.

The giant eye was riddled with holes. Yang An retreated to the edge of the hallway, but the bloody wounds on the eye were healing rapidly. A questioning voice came from the room.

"Who are you?"

As the voice faded, the eye vanished, replaced by the figure of a woman.

She was wearing a short t-shirt and jeans, with a well-proportioned figure and a beautiful face. One hand was held in a Seal Decision as she glared fiercely at Yang An.

Seeing the woman’s face, a smile spread across Yang An’s face beneath his mask.

Although it had been a long time and she had changed, he could still tell at a glance that this was the same Pan Yu from before.

Judging from Pan Yu’s demeanor, she no longer seemed as naive and indecisive as she once was. She had grown a lot.

Yang An couldn’t take off his mask, so he could only answer with words.

"It’s me. Do you remember? I’m Yang An."

"Yang An?"

A flicker of confusion crossed Pan Yu’s face. Then, as if remembering something, her expression turned to suspicion as she looked at him again.

"Don’t try to fool me! How could Fellow Daoist Yang possibly be here? Tell me the truth, or you’re not leaving in one piece."

Counting the time, several years had passed since Yang An had rescued Pan Yu from the Illusion Realm on Sansong Mountain.

Now that the cataclysm had spread into the Outer Continent, the path from Sansong Mountain to the Outer Continent had long been cut off. How could the Fellow Daoist Yang of old suddenly appear here?

That was why Pan Yu’s first reaction upon hearing Yang An state his name was disbelief.

"It’s really me. I just can’t take off my mask right now. But I do know a lot of the interesting stories between us. If you don’t believe me, you can test me."

Yang An had no other way to prove his identity.

Hearing this, Pan Yu studied Yang An and finally nodded.

"Do you know my senior brother’s name...?"

"Pan Shi."

Yang An answered without a moment’s hesitation.

"My Sect is called..."

"Sansong Mountain."

Pan Yu looked at Yang An, a little surprised.

"My master is..."

"Can Meng Daoist."

He had answered several questions in a row, and all of his answers were correct. Still, a trace of doubt remained in Pan Yu’s heart until she remembered something and suddenly pulled an object out from behind the door.

It was a staff that looked like an ordinary iron rod. But when she took it out, a faint, foul odor wafted from it.

’I can’t believe Pan Yu actually kept this thing,’ he thought. ’Does she have some kind of fetish?’

"Tell me the origin of this item. If you can, I’ll believe you."

Pan Yu asked, looking directly at Yang An, a hint of nervousness in her heart.

She was afraid he wouldn’t be able to answer, but she was also afraid he would answer correctly again. Her feelings were complicated.

"That staff is something we got when we were traveling together. We ran into a Daoist named Kong Shuai, and we obtained it after killing him. That item is a Magical Artifact that Daoist Kong Shuai refined from his own internal organs. Its name is..."

Yang An took a deep breath and recounted the origin of the rectal staff in detail. But before he could say the staff’s name, Pan Yu dropped it and rushed straight into his arms.

"Fellow Daoist Yang! You’re finally..."

Pan Yu was about to throw herself into Yang An’s embrace, tears already welling in her eyes. But just as the words left her lips, she was stopped by countless White Feathers that blocked her path, and she didn’t dare move forward.

Tears in her eyes, Pan Yu looked at Yang An in confusion.

"Now it’s my turn to test you."

The countless White Feathers pointed at Pan Yu. With a single thought from Yang An, they would instantly skewer her.

Even at this moment, Yang An had not let his guard down in the slightest.

He had proven his identity, but Pan Yu had not. Who knew if the person before him was truly Pan Yu?