"The Master is different," Yan Huo said, shaking his head.
"How is he different?" Xuan Liu retorted, unconvinced.
"The Master is a very serious person," Yan Huo said earnestly, suddenly sighing. "For a single promise, for a single debt of gratitude, he could hide in the human realm for millions of years, his resolve unshakable, waiting with a heart as still as water for that day to come. If it weren't for that, we'd be having a grand time in the Demon Realm. Would we need to be like this? So, given his personality, if he were to fall for someone, his feelings would never change. He'd likely dive in headfirst, to the point of no return. But that business is incredibly dangerous. He can't afford the slightest distraction. And it's possible we'll all die in the end. What would Xin Huohuo do then? Xiang Xiaoniao is different. She's a demon. She takes life and death less seriously than humans and can handle it."
