When Yuanen Yehui heard Yue Zhengyu's irritating voice, her first reaction was not to worry about trouble, but to look at Qi Ji.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened in Qi Ji's palm, and a barely perceptible flicker of anxiety crossed her dark red eyes.
After all, however annoying Yue Zhengyu was, he was right about at least one thing-her fallen angel was indeed an evil martial soul.
But having an evil martial soul did not mean she was an Evil Soul Master.
Back then, hadn't Bibi Dong, the last pope of Spirit Hall and the founder of the Spirit Hall Empire, possessed the death spider emperor and soul devouring spider emperor, both of which would be considered evil martial souls today?
Still... by today's standards, Bibi Dong had indeed been an evil Soul Master.
But at least that proved that, in that era, a martial soul had not been the measure of whether someone had fallen into depravity, didn't it?
She secretly raised her eyes to check Qi Ji's expression.
She was afraid-afraid she would see the same look on his face as on those Shrek students', that scrutinizing, wary gaze, as though they were looking at something filthy.
Over the past few days, although he was always getting handsy with her, he had never shown the slightest change in attitude because of her martial soul.
But what if? What if he actually cared, and simply hadn't shown it before?
"And who are you?"
Qi Ji did not turn that sort of gaze on Yuanen Yehui. Instead, he looked at Yue Zhengyu.
His tone was utterly calm, his golden dragon eyes betraying not the slightest ripple, as though he couldn't quite understand why someone had suddenly popped up.
Inside, he was already grinning with delight. *Talk about delivering a pillow just