First Stop, Warrior Temple

Vassago paid it no mind, the smile on his face not changing in the slightest. He even shifted into another posture, propping his chin in both hands with his elbows on the table, his whole body looking languid and relaxed. His orange-red long hair hung down on both sides of his shoulders, glowing softly in the starlight.

"What kind of gaze do you think I should use to look at you?"

A vein jumped on Situ Xuan's forehead.

"A normal person's gaze."

"I am normal."

"You're not normal."

"What part isn't normal?"

Situ Xuan took a deep breath and told himself not to argue with this guy. He lowered his head and continued eating. But he found that most of his appetite was already gone. It wasn't because he was full, but because Vassago's gaze had disgusted him.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Vassago no longer teased him. He dropped the pose of propping his cheeks in his hands, leaned forward slightly, and a trace of seriousness surfaced in his orange-red eyes.

"Do you want to go to the humans first, or start right here with the Demon Race?"

Situ Xuan bit into a piece of bread, chewed a few times, and only lifted his head after swallowing.

"Do you have any suggestions?"

Situ Xuan did not care about Vassago's attitude, but he knew nothing about this continent. The distribution of strength in the human camp, the division of territory in the Demon Race camp, where there were many strong people, where the fighting was fiercest—all of this required a guide. Though Vassago did not seem quite normal, his status and strength among the Demon Race were right there. His advice ought to be reliable.

Vassago's fingers tapped lightly on the table, and a thoughtful glint flashed through his orange-red