The reason Long Xiaoyao had begun to find Ye Qing a little more agreeable was simple: he had noticed that Ye Qing seemed somewhat different from other Evil Soul Masters.
He lacked that sort of... viciousness.
Evil Soul Masters addicted to slaughter carried more or less a foul reek of blood. For a normal Soul Master like Long Xiaoyao, that smell was certainly unbearable. The only person whose smell he could endure was his beloved Ye Xishui.
Ordinarily, he could not even be bothered to deal with those Evil Soul Masters. Whenever he caught that lingering reek of blood, Long Xiaoyao felt an urge to slap them dead.
Back when he and Mu En were young, they had killed no small number of Evil Soul Masters during their travels across the continent.
This feeling had only surfaced now. Earlier, the pressure Ye Qing exerted had been too strong, and his subsequent remarks about deities had occupied Long Xiaoyao's mind, leaving him no chance to notice.
Now that he looked back, this man was already an Evil Soul Master at the Limit Douluo level, so why did he lack the reek of blood and resentment that ordinary Evil Soul Masters accumulated after countless murders?
Was this also a deity's blessing?
Long Xiaoyao did not know, nor could he press him for an answer. But he truly no longer harbored the same hostility toward Ye Qing as before-not until he personally witnessed Ye Qing slaughtering innocents.
How things stood now did not matter. Once Ye Qing truly revealed his Evil Soul Master side, Long Xiaoyao would carefully consider his attitude toward him.
Next, at Ye Xishui's arrangement, Nether Thunder Douluo, one of the Holy Spirit Cult's few Level 9 Soul Engineers, accompanied Ye Qing to Mingdu.
Naturally, Ye Qing did not need