Situ Xuan Turns to Light

Situ Xuan took the clothes and looked at Vassago's gentle face, falling silent for a moment. His brows furrowed slightly, and a complicated emotion flickered through his indifferent eyes.

He did not understand why he trusted Vassago so much.

From their first meeting until now, they had known each other for only a short time. Vassago was the Demon Clan's State Preceptor, the third-pillar Demon God, the Demon Clan's number three figure. Situ Xuan had killed demons, slaughtered armies on demon territory, and killed Demon Gods, yet Vassago not only had not attacked him, but had instead helped him suppress the demon army besieging the Southeast Fortress, helped him hold off four Demon Gods, taken him to find battles, and watched him beat those Demon Gods to death.

None of it made any sense.

But Situ Xuan just felt that Vassago could be trusted.

Not because his words were pleasant, not because he looked gentle, but because of an indescribable instinct.

That instinct told him this person would not harm him.

There was no reason, no basis—just a keen sense for danger honed through countless life-and-death battles.

Vassago was no danger to him.

Irritated, he let out an "Ah," then snatched the clothes roughly from Vassago's hands and pulled them on haphazardly. The dark blue outer robe sat crookedly on him, the collar not properly turned, the cuffs not fastened tight, the dark-gold patterns hanging askew over his body.

As he straightened his collar, he muttered, "No idea why I trust you this much."

Vassago stood to the side, quietly watching him make a complete mess of putting on the clothes. Situ Xuan's sharp, angular face, touched with a hint of impatience, was reflected in his orange-red eyes, and the smile at the corners of his mouth deepened.

He did