Trigger: Some Racist actions would be in this arc
His knees were cold, very cold. The thought entered Shen Jiyu's mind and he abruptly opened his eyes. He was kneeling down on the cold forest floor in front of some kind of wooden sculpture.
Him kneeling? Could this sculpture afford his worship? The moment the thought flashed in his mind, the wooden sculpture of a woman who was dancing broke into pieces.
Shen Jiyu stood up. He was angry, still so angry. He tried to compartmentalize it so it would not affect his mission.
Wei Clan! That group of scum!
His methods did not seem to be working and he could feel the anger increasing rather than decreasing.
"Realm Master." Xiao Shu's voice sounded from his side and he turned to look at the young immortal. The other looked very nervous and had given him such a wide berth like he was afraid.
