An Jing and Subdue Evil discussed matters related to Heavenly Demons and Demon Calamities. To outsiders, it looked as if An Jing was intently observing the demon's corpse, occasionally flipping the intestines and at times prying open the ribcage to examine the viscera.
Although it might not seem strange, it was normal for An Jing to be curious about demons at his young age.
Honestly, many martial artists present had enjoyed catching toads or little insects in their youth, playing with them all night long.
With An Jing's strength, a demon was hardly better than a toad, merely a plaything in his hands.
But this utterly engrossed spirit of research was admittedly admirable, yet somewhat chilling to them.
—How am I supposed to strike up a conversation?
Xu Tai found himself in an extremely difficult position.
