The handsome young man in gray clearly took Su Yi for some powerful figure of the Devil Race. Hearing Su Yi's question, he immediately answered with utmost respect:
"That's right! Just as you said, sir, my mother was a lowly, damned Immortal Slave. She deserved to suffer her whole life!"
"But I'm different. Besides the immortal blood flowing through me, I also inherited half of my father's bloodline. He was a powerful expert of the Devil Race. Unfortunately, he died long ago while fighting enemies in the Immortal Realm and never returned."
When the handsome youth spoke of his father, his face was filled with grief. "If not for that, I would never have fallen to such a state. Fortunately, thanks to your rescue this time, sir, I escaped being sold into slavery!"
Suddenly, another person said in a trembling voice, "Me too! Sir, though I was born of the lowliest Immortal Slave, I have always regarded myself as a descendant of the Devil Race of the Spirit Domain. If you give me a chance, I will follow at your side for all eternity!"
As he spoke, a vicious look surfaced on his face, and he said smugly, "To be honest, sir, last year, while no one was paying attention, I killed that lowly Immortal Slave mother of mine with my own hands! No, she didn't deserve to be my mother at all. She was too vile—lower than pigs and dogs!"
Su Yi froze.
Watching the man's excitement and delight as he spoke of murdering his own mother, an inexplicable fury surged into Su Yi's heart, nearly beyond restraint.
Throughout the Spirit Domain, Devil Race factions of all sizes were scattered far and wide.
Unlike the Immortal Realm, the Spirit Domain had a rigid hierarchy. Nobility and lowliness were determined