"You are not one of them."
Just then, a steady voice sounded beside him.
It was the young man in the dark green daoist robe.
At some point, he had already come before them.
The killing intent had vanished from Li Xiaoyu's face.
In its place was a complicated mix of emotions—gratification, sorrow, and excitement.
"What do you mean?"
The resolute-looking young man stared at him, his eyes still full of vigilance.
"Although your bodies are also tainted with the energy of evil demons,"
Li Xiaoyu said hoarsely as he looked at them.
"Your souls are still pure."
"You are still human."
"Not those monsters who know nothing but slaughter."
Upon hearing his words, all the resistance fighters present let out a sigh of relief.
They knew they were finally safe.
"Who exactly are you?"
The resolute-looking young man looked at him and asked again.
"Why do you possess such great power?"
"And why did you appear in this forgotten place?"
His voice was full of curiosity.
Li Xiaoyu merely smiled at his words.
He did not answer, only letting his gaze fall upon the young man.
Light flickered in Li Xiaoyu's eyes.
"What is your surname?"
He suddenly asked the young man.
"Me?"
The young man froze for a moment, then a proud smile appeared on his face.
"My surname is Zeng."
"My name is Zeng Zihang."
"Zeng?"
Li Xiaoyu's body jolted at the name.
"You're a disciple of Wind Return Peak?"
He looked at the young man, his voice trembling.
"That's right."
Zeng Zihang looked at him and nodded heavily.
"I am the three hundred seventy-second generation disciple of Wind Return Peak of the Green Cloud Sect."
"And the leader of our Dawn Squad."
"Dawn?"
Li Xiaoyu shuddered again upon hearing it.
A familiar figure surfaced in his