Even though it was entirely impossible to avoid the opponent's strike, Zhou Baiyu still gritted his teeth, tensed his nerves, and concentrated all his attention, preparing to dodge the attack.
This time, Celeos's gaze met with Guang Tongchen's, and Celeos slightly frowned.
He seemed to see someone incomprehensible.
That such a person existed...
Celeos found it absurd.
In his life, he had killed many people, those sword-like eyes seeing through countless people's frail courage and false kindness.
So much so that he felt humans, in order to disguise themselves and conform to the mainstream notion of goodness, always abandoned some of the most correct actions.
For instance, surviving the apocalypse, it was best not to carry any burden, yet there were always people… who would carry a burden.
They considered it love, duty.
But when disaster struck, humans would shed tears as they abandoned their burdens.
Celeos recalled that he was like this in his childhood.
