For Xin Fat Man's curiosity, Zheng Qing wasn't concerned at all.
Or rather, he didn't dare to be concerned.
Old Yao was not the ordinary smiling uncle wearing an apron at the milk tea shop; He was a Great Demon, a giant ape demon with three heads and eight arms. The long-standing negative propaganda against demons in the Wizard World made young wizards like him fearful, and the ferocity and brutality of the demon army on the Black Prison Battlefield only deepened this impression.
Just like now, standing on the bustling Pedestrian Street, bathed in sunlight, surrounded by friends, when Xin Fat Man mentioned the name 'Old Yao,' Zheng Qing still felt a chill down his spine, as if he could see the gigantic figure on the Black Prison Battlefield again, with those indifferent blood-red eyes.
Even though Professor Yao remained patient, kind, and playful when in his concealed form in front of Zheng Qing, who knew if that wasn't just a façade demons were good at presenting?
