"Not afraid to die?" Zhang Xiaopang asked.
Zhao Lingxuan raised her head. "No Holy Hall Disciple is afraid to die. What's so scary about death!"
Zhang Xiaojiang chuckled. Zhao Lingxuan frowned. Even though she had matured and become more reserved over the years, she could still sense something off about his smile.
"What? Don't you believe me?"
It wasn't just Zhao Lingxuan. Anx Dao and Youn Yuqing also had looks of firm resolve.
"I do." Zhang Xiaojiang didn't say anything more. 'But frankly,' he thought, 'these kids' understanding of death isn't nearly deep enough.'
Zhang Xiaojiang gazed at the vast night sky and fell silent. The fatty was normally all laughs and jokes, but when it came to serious business, he no longer fooled around. Everyone matures eventually.
The fatty stood motionless, and the others stared with wide eyes. Zhang Xiaojiang would never have come here with nothing to do. Could the Demon Race be making a move tonight?
