When all the revelation exposed in front of Qing'er eyes, she only felt like her views of the world was expanding as well as her dislike toward the temple.
How could they sacrifice and tortured him as they pleased when things didn't go their ways?
She remembered how wide his smile was and how he was such a scaredy cat and crybaby who cried at the slightest grievances. She remembered how he jumped up and down excitedly when she promised that she would search for his body.
Such a good child, how scared must he be when he was thrown away by his race coldly?
Now, not only did he survive, but he had the evil spirits as his blood and the God's language as his skin. He was neither good nor evil, neither god nor demon. Even she didn't know how to describe what he was.
