The blond-haired, blue-eyed man snorted coldly, his expression somewhat displeased.
"There's no need to watch me so guardedly. I've already stated my position; some matters offer no way back. Since I've taken this step, I have no intention of turning back."
"As for the so-called Pangu double pupils you mentioned, if you're willing to speak about them, I'll listen. If you don't, I won't ask. My path to strength does not rely on artifacts."
In another direction, where snow and wind intertwine, the Xia Camp.
Ninth Transformation professional Liou Qian, holding a fine bottle of mare's milk wine, quietly approached a middle-aged man.
"Ghost Slayer, why are you sitting here alone? Are you troubled? Could Mr. Chen be right, that the mighty War God is still single? Are you thinking about..."
Liou Qian's sudden appearance brought a slight unnatural expression to the face of the Asura War God.
This small detail made Liou Qian feel he had guessed the Ghost Slayer's thoughts.
