Ao Ying had never seen a freak like Xie Zhen before.
If anyone called him a kind person, it would be a great joke.
With a single sword strike, he had killed fourteen Great Demons of Resentful Ghost Ridge, fought until he had to sacrifice his own blood, and activated a Secret Treasure to escape for his life.
If anyone called him a bad person,
Ao Ying had wandered the Demon Domain for many years and encountered countless scoundrels, yet he had never "kicked someone when they were down."
A righteous gentleman?
Previously during the stand at Dragon Array, he paid no heed to the so-called "greater good" and, in front of the Demon Race's eyes, wanted to kill the elite of the Human Race.
A vile scoundrel?
That was still not fitting; his actions had always been upright and open.
"You stepped into this place... for what reason?"
Ao Ying cleared all the miscellaneous thoughts from her mind and looked at the youth before her with a complex expression.
She fled to this place.
