The man's throat was hoarse to the extreme, like skin scraping against sand.
His eyelids drooped, and there was no light in his eyes. He was like a living corpse. That thread of dawn could not shine upon him; he was immersed only beneath the dim vault of heaven, amid the torrential rain.
"Where did you come from?" Chen Xun gave him a deep look, his voice devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
Ying Xiao shook his head with difficulty. He was humble to the very extreme, and he knelt again. "...Reporting to the Exalted One, I ran... ran, and ended up here. There were mutilated corpses... so I came."
There was no fear in his voice or his eyes, only a humble, calm reply, as though he had already lost the Seven Emotions and Six Desires and drifted through life in a daze.
Ying Xiao had not actually answered where he had come from.
After saying that.
Ying Xiao slowly raised his head and looked toward the figure standing against the light. A faint, yearning smile inadvertently surfaced at the corner of his mouth, truly brilliant...
"In this vast Mystic Micro Heaven Domain, is there truly no place for your Human race to stand?" Chen Xun's gaze narrowed slightly. The strange immortal radiance flashing in his eyes seemed to be penetrating every part of Ying Xiao.
Human race.
This Exalted One had mentioned it twice.
Ying Xiao's ten fingers dug into the blood pool-soaked earth. He had never heard such words before, and he spoke faintly, "Exalted One... this lowly spirit is dull-witted."
He could not understand Chen Xun's words, much less how they were supposed to find a place for themselves.
There was no inheritance of Dao methods.
Immortal sects would not accept them.
When it came to plundering,