In a place like the Dark Demon World, where survival is extremely brutal, if Zhu Shu weren't valued by the Domain Lord of the Dark Demon Domain, he simply couldn't survive. What's the difference between that and plotting his death?
A trace of pain flickered in Zhu Shu's eyes, and he hurriedly waved his hands, "No, no, that's not it; my father actually treats me well. It was I who insisted on leaving the house, and he even sent many people to protect me, but those people all died at the hands of the Four Great Protectors of the Otherworldly Evil Domain."
"With your condition, why venture outside at all?" Beiting Huang shook his head. Sons of prestigious households are indeed stubborn. If not for coming across him, Zhu Shu would have lost his nine lives by now.
Guiltily lowering his head, Zhu Shu said, "I know I shouldn't have left, but, having lived in the Dark Demon Domain for eighteen years without any opportunity, I didn't want to continue living like that."
