"Lu, you're a member of the Demon Clan, right...?"
Niu Shiheng suddenly interrupted, asking in a cold tone.
As his words fell.
The lively atmosphere within the waterside pavilion suddenly sank.
"How so, Niu?"
Lu Wufei looked at Niu Shiheng and spoke softly.
If the other party had simply made an ordinary comment, he wouldn't have felt anything, for he indeed was from the Demon Clan.
But the disdainful look and the tone in the other party's voice upset him.
"I have a way of detecting members of the Demon Clan, no matter how well they hide their identities, even though I can't tell what kind of Demon you are."
"But now..."
The response confirmed Niu Shiheng's suspicion, his tone getting even colder: "I only need you to tell me, Lu, are you really from the Demon Clan?"
Hearing the other's tone.
"Huh..."
Lu Wufei laughed.
He understood that this person was most likely not only resentful of him for being a Demon, but also resentful of all Demons.
In that case.
