He really had humiliated himself. He had only meant to mutter a complaint, never imagining there was another bastard behind him. The Heavenly Demon had arrived without a sound. One remark from Qin Fen had stirred Hongjun's pain and fractured his Dao Heart. Once a Dao Heart cracked, the Heavenly Demon naturally had to act-it was his job. But after arriving, he discovered it was goddamn Hongjun again! He hadn't wanted to come, either. He'd been forced into it.
If an ordinary immortal's Dao Heart cracked even a little, he would charge in without hesitation and go straight for the kill. But Hongjun was a different story. He was the Heavenly Dao Incarnation, his own creator. There was no beating him! Never mind a small crack-even if Hongjun's Dao Heart shattered to pieces, the Heavenly Demon would still be an egg striking a rock. He wouldn't be devouring Hongjun; Hongjun would be devouring him! What was he supposed to do?
Seeing that he had startled Hongjun, the Heavenly Demon wanted to cry. He had no idea how to explain himself. "Haha, hello, boss!" Even he felt awkward saying it. Who dropped by Hongjun's home for no reason? Forget ordinary people-even Saints couldn't come here just because they wanted to. Yet he had come, twice now. How was he supposed to explain this visit?
If Hongjun learned that his fractured Dao Heart had drawn him here, the Heavenly Demon didn't dare imagine the consequences. Who would tolerate the existence of a threat? He wanted to cry but had no tears. He really had been caught in the crossfire while minding his own business.
Hongjun was equally speechless, glaring fiercely at the Heavenly Demon. If this bastard hadn't suddenly appeared and startled him, would he have put his hand on the console?