Nineteen made a round at the front and quickly came back.
He was slightly faster than Logan, so when Logan caught up, Nineteen had already observed everything.
Thus, on his return, his brows were furrowed, as if he was deeply puzzled.
"Apprentice, didn't you say your friend was also among them? I only saw two from the Demon Race chasing another from their kind; I saw no one else."
Logan couldn't help but chuckle.
"Master, when did I ever say my friend was an ordinary human?"
As soon as the words were out, a look of astonishment indeed crossed the Master's face.
"What? You mean your friend is from the Demon Race."
Even if Nineteen wasn't one to care about conventions hundreds of years ago, whether it was the Demon Race or the Righteous Path, dominating both realms, befriending someone from the Demon Race was still a rare occurrence.
He only liked to stir up storms among the Demon Race but never took to making friends, right?
