Maximus Powers was nothing like the other members of the Demon Race; instead, he seemed witty and humorous.
Moreover, he harbored not an ounce of Malice towards Logan, only goodwill.
"Young friend, since you have been chosen by a predecessor, you must possess exceptional talents. Coupled with having the Throne by your side, given time, your potential is boundless. Besides, you carry Evil Qi, which really isn't much different from our Demonic Qi. Young friend, I actually think the Chieftain's previous proposal wasn't bad. Are you truly not interested in joining us? Perhaps we could become fellows, or even confidants?"
He blinked his peach blossom eyes, his gaze shimmering with a faint light.
Logan didn't speak, pursing his lips somewhat speechlessly.
He had already clearly rejected their offers, yet these people still persistently cast olive branches his way.
Just because he carried Evil Qi, did that mean he should stand with the Demon Realm?
