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The knife was an Embroidered Spring Knife.
The season, however, was winter.
The snow fell just in time, landing right on the blade's edge and splitting as it did.
There was still only one person.
And there was also only one monster.
"You finally arrived."
Qianhu calmly said to the Gigantic Scorpion Demon in front of him, "Hello."
"I never thought that I, Zuo Wuyong, after a lifetime as a monster, would end up in such a state."
The reddish-brown Scorpion Demon emitted a strong Evil Qi from its body. Its several-meters-long frame was also very oppressive, with a long, dark purple tail flickering with a vicious sheen. It looked at Qianhu, at itself, acknowledging emotions it had always refused to face.
Kindness.
Qianhu then looked at the Zuo Wuyong in front of him, seemingly curious yet as if he was accustomed to the Scorpion Demon before him. He knew that he was the Heart Demon, and that Zuo Wuyong was the true master of this body.
But what did that really mean?
