"Moreover, he was only vocal about his search for Emodao and would only scream that name. No one else—even any of the sentinels or other prolific demon kings—had that kind of reception from him. Still, though… Emodao being Emodao… he was just more of annoyed by how General Xu bugged him like a mosquito."
Xiao Yi then sighed before laughing out dryly as if quite unsatisfied with the results. "It's about time someone makes a real depiction of him. The books in reprints had edited out parts of his story to make him look more mysterious and less of an effeminate headhunter."
He slowed down his words. "They wanted the champion to be remembered as a symbol of heaven's strength and power… when he's just a broken-hearted soul left out because of someone's pursuit of pride and glory."
The table grew quiet. The other three males were clueless, while Fan Yuye could attest to that sentiment. If she didn't meet Xu Rouguang after Emodao's death, she wouldn't understand either.
