Xuan Mingyu was merely wandering around the corridor that day. His days as a demon lord started to get bored as the day passed. Every single person was afraid of him, and there was no challenge for him anywhere. Nor was there anyone who wanted to get close to him, not that he wanted to.
Of course, there was a reason why he wanted that outcast. He was the only person who could give him a challenge.
A sigh escaped his lips as he held the railings and leaned over, watching the sky deeply. Traces of the past flashed past his mind briefly as he blinked them away.
It wasn't any more important to think of those events of the past anymore. Why should he when his past had only made him suffer terribly?
It was better not to dwell on those ever again because he had many things to care about, for instance, finding that brat outcast and challenging him to a fight. Of course, fighting wasn't the only reason why he wanted that person.
