"Do you understand just how dangerous these beings steeped in slaughter are?"
As a grandmaster, his senses had long surpassed ordinary sight and hearing.
Forget the conversation downstairs—even when He Xi and the others had first approached this room, Damian had already noticed them.
He Xi did not need to repeat himself. From the conversation downstairs, Damian understood why he had come—at Corvus's request, he sought a way to stop the killings from continuing, and thus wanted to learn the root cause behind the revival of Bhaal's followers.
At the same time, this young man had a friend who seemed to have been taken away by those cultists as well.
While the three had been speaking with Reynard downstairs, Damian had also sensed the rhythms of their blood and qi.
The young man before him was quite good for his age. He had talent.
As for his strength...
Perhaps it would be better to keep him out of these muddy waters."
The reason he had called the other man upstairs was to thank him in person, while also informing him of the peril behind this matter and warning the young man not to keep placing himself in danger.
"I don't fully understand," He Xi shook his head. "That is precisely why I came to see you. I want to know how to stop this slaughter from spreading further."
"The tragedy has already happened. Mr. He Xi, what you should do now is keep your distance, not draw closer of your own accord."
"I have already promised Bishop Corvus." He Xi's attitude did not waver. "To be honest, Bishop Corvus even paid me in advance."
Damian shook his head. "Since you have already received the payment, wouldn't staying away from danger be the better choice?"
"As for Bhaal's followers, I will