He Shidao, the Hall Master of the Uncertain Hall.
Long Qingzhi would never forget that name, not even in her nightmares. Upon hearing it, she subconsciously clenched her fists.
But she suppressed her rage. It wasn't just because she knew no Martial Arts and had no way to avenge her family's slaughter.
More importantly, Fang Shuwen had not yet spoken.
Fang Shuwen slowly opened his eyes and glanced outside.
"Come outside with me."
Long Qingzhi was surprised. 'There's no way I can be of any help to him.'
'Why is he taking me with him?'
But she didn't ask. Whatever Fang Shuwen said, she would do.
The two of them exited the hunter's cabin, one behind the other.
A single sweep of He Shidao's gaze was all it took for him to spot Long Qingzhi.
Yet his expression remained unchanged. His gaze shifted slightly, settling on Fang Shuwen. The corners of his mouth curved into a smile as he cupped his fists and bowed.
"I, He Shidao, greet the Demon Evil God, Hero Fang!"
Demon Evil God!?
