"Are the hearts of the human race made of flesh? What about the hearts of your Celestial Clan?" Shi Hao asked loudly.
There was a surge of stifled blood within him that he could not let go. He had escorted Yun Xi for hundreds of thousands of miles, fighting battles along the way, nearly dying on the journey, only to be treated like this by the Celestial Clan.
He himself could never do such a thing. If someone showed him kindness, he would repay them with all he could, yet now they had captured him, slandered him, and coveted his precious symbols.
You Yu, with a head of purple hair shining and lush, eyes clear, with characters faintly visible within his body, possessed a transcendent and sacred aura. Now he spoke indifferently, "The hearts of people are treacherous, which is the best description for your human race. Since you are acquainted with Yun Xi, why do you refuse to reveal your true self? The ulterior motives you harbor are clear as day to you."
