Wen Liangyu was not in a good state at that moment. Ever since he saw the man before him, he felt like his chest was being pounded by hammers and his ears roared, an overwhelming and invisible authority assailing him, trying to press him down to the ground. Where was this place? Who was this person? Numerous doubts flashed through his mind, but after struggling for a while, blood trickled from his nose, and his knees gradually bent and knelt down.
Ning Xiaoxian, seeing Wen Liangyu slowly kneel to the ground, was so angry that she glared at Changtian. This guy really holds petty grudges—nobody had offended him!
Changtian, however, looked at Wen Liangyu with a touch of surprise in his heart. Ning Xiaoxian risked danger alone to save this man; how could he not vent the irritation in his heart? But this Half-Demon seemed a bit odd.
He suppressed the questions in his heart and turned to Ning Xiaoxian: "Aren't you leaving quickly? Are you waiting for others to come down?"
