The Last Name, the True Reflection

A question mark surfaced in Qin Yang's heart, and he was rather surprised.

This monster before him had truly refreshed his impression of monsters.

Among humans, there were warriors who would rather die than yield, who sacrificed themselves for righteousness and laid down their lives for virtue. But there were also people like Shui Tai Liang, who understood trade-offs, cast aside their pride, and could abandon morality without hesitation just to survive.

Yet demons and monsters generally fell somewhere between those two extremes. They had no such lofty ideals, but neither would they surrender so quickly. They would pretend as though nothing had happened.

Only one night had passed, and he was already laying out a feast to admit defeat, yet he still insisted on saying that everyone should sit down peacefully and have a proper talk.

No matter how one looked at it, that way of doing things resembled a human's.

But this man before him possessed not the slightest trace of human temperament. From his features to his power, bearing, and aura, everything showed that he was a monster whose true form was unknown.

Then he must have lived in human territory for a very long time.

Qin Yang thought for a moment, then sat down at the table. He did not take the seat of honor, and the strange man unexpectedly did not take it either. He sat opposite Qin Yang, leaving the seat of honor empty.

Aside from humans, no other race cared about such minor details.

"Qin Yang, we actually bear neither grudge nor grievance against each other. I merely didn't tell you that something would happen at night. There was no need to take things this far, was there? If you want to know how to leave this place, I can tell you. I