Shen Xuan smiled faintly.
He did not offer tea proactively as he did to Tang Qingyan.
He could clearly sense that this Young Master Wu harbored potent Demonic Qi.
His foundation is solid, achieving Core Formation at a young age, surely backed by extraordinary roots.
He does not hold prejudice against Demon Cultivators.
Heaven and earth are indifferent, treating all beings as straw dogs.
Where there is Dao, there is Demon; where there is right, there is wrong.
However, Dao, Demon, right, and wrong cannot be arbitrarily judged based on one's technique alone.
Within the Orthodox Sects, those with malicious intent and a treacherous heart are abundant.
Within the Demon Dao, those who struggle for survival and maintain a modicum of integrity can also be called good.
The two engaged in idle chatter for a few moments inside the room.
The topic mostly revolved around cultivation experiences and scenes ahead.
Shen Xuan timely displayed a hint of weariness.
