"After disrupting humanity's plans, do you really think the organization will let you off?" Li Poxiao glared at me angrily. I looked back at him, then laughed after a long while. "Do you like me that much?"
"I...;...;why would I like you!" Li Poxiao stared at me, tongue-tied. Xijun and Long Yue were both stunned, while only Xiaomeng Tong covered her mouth and giggled.
"If you don't like me, why are you so worried about me? If the organization wants to come after me, let them come." I sneered. Xiaomeng Tong immediately laughed so hard her whole body trembled, while Xijun and Long Yue both breathed a sigh of relief. The innocent pair had thought I liked men.
"Xia Yitian!" Li Poxiao was so furious that he didn't know what to do with me. I couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention. If he wanted to follow, let him follow. I simply wouldn't go with him. What could he do about it?
"Heh, what, is race really that important? Zhou Xuan was a ghost too, wasn't she? Why did you like her despite worldly prejudice?" I brought up the events of that year coldly, even though it would stab at his heart. At least it could make him remember the past.
"Ghosts and Demon Cultivators are different. The Demon Race of the Nine Provinces is far more brutal and terrifying than you imagine!" Li Poxiao was stunned for a moment, but he still stubbornly held to his view.
"Heh, I've traveled through Lei Province and Yun Province. I've witnessed far more cruelty with my own eyes than you learned about behind closed doors. I once thought of wiping out every one of these evils—the Demon Race—but what good would that do? There are always kind Demon Cultivators. There are