Besides, even if this Dao Seed of the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect was somewhat stronger than Sect Master Luo,
every thought was written on his face. That posturing, so easy to see through at a glance, was rather dull.
And who was stronger between cultivators could only be settled after they fought.
Between life and death lay both great terror and endless variables. It was no simple matter one could see through at a glance.
Otherwise, cultivators would only need to look each other over before a fight. Why bother battling to the death?
Comparing the two, Liu Yiyi was still more interested in Sect Master Luo.
If she had seen correctly, the calm, languid expression Sect Master Luo always wore had changed for an instant when the wolf demon's voice rang throughout the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect.
In particular, a trace of longing had flashed through those placid eyes of his, eyes that seemed to care about nothing.
And the object of that longing gaze was not the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect's Dao Seed, on whom everyone's attention rested, but the Black Wolf he held aloft.
Could Sect Master Luo have some strange proclivity?
That wolf is just a black-furred beast. Why would he look at it with such interest?
The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. The look Liu Yiyi cast toward Luo Yi nearby
had shifted from its initial curiosity to a faint, creeping revulsion.
She had heard rumors that geniuses often had strange proclivities, but this was the first time she had seen a Human Race genius so obsessed with demons.
Such an unusual proclivity left her unsure how to judge him.
"Good stuff!"
Luo Yi's eyes shone as he stared at the Lion. Not once did his gaze leave it.
With his knowledge of demons,