Hè Jun gulped, her breaths coming shallow and uneven as she tried to steady herself. Truthfully, she had no idea how she had guessed the Second Young Master of the Feng family's true identity.
Her instincts had simply screamed it, a primal recognition deep within her core.
Every movement, every twisted smile, and the oppressive aura surrounding him—everything about the Second Young Master of the Feng family reminded her of the Laughing Demon, Zǔ Zhòu.
Hè Jun's mind raced, recalling the stories she had heard.
Stories of chaos and bloodshed, of an era long past…
"Everyone who can breathe knows about you..." Hè Jun stammered, her voice trembling as she struggled to form coherent thoughts:
"The madness you unleashed... without reason, without cause. No one could ever understand why you wanted everything to suffer. You are, and always will be, the most feared cultivator in history. Across all races, to every single breathing being."
