"Big brother, if I hadn't acted this time, you would have stopped the flood too, wouldn't you?" Morax stood beside Xiu Yuan, gazing out at the people below as he slowly asked.
"You were going to act," he replied.
Hearing Xiu Yuan's certain answer, Morax paused briefly, then a smile appeared on his face.
"You saw through it all long ago, didn't you?"
"Perhaps." Xiu Yuan gave him a vague answer.
The longer Morax spent with Xiu Yuan, the more he realized how formidable he was-not merely in strength, but in every respect.
Compared to him, Morax felt like a child who knew nothing.
He finally understood why Xiu Yuan had proposed those terms in the first place. The wager seemed simple, and the terms were enticing, but in truth, he had never had any chance of winning.
From the moment they made that wager, Morax had been destined to lose.
Five years.
He had once thought five years was a short time, nowhere near enough to overturn the understanding of humans he had formed over a thousand years.
But he discovered that he was wrong-utterly, absurdly wrong.
It hadn't taken anywhere near five years. As for exactly when his view of humans had changed, even Morax himself wasn't sure.
When that little boy had volunteered to sacrifice himself in exchange for Qing'er's return, Morax had already wanted to go teach that Demon God a lesson.
He hadn't known why he felt that impulse, or why a human could stir anger in him.
Xiu Yuan had held him back then too, stopping him from acting.
Fortunately, that Demon God hadn't done anything in the end. Otherwise, Morax might have killed that Demon God even if it meant exposing his identity.
"Big brother, you've been through many partings, haven't you? The