Song Chai Xin's face looked somewhat unpleasant.
After having observed many statues of titled nobles, the desire that arose in his heart was temporarily cast aside.
At this moment, he steps into the Martial Temple while glancing back.
He can see Ge Xiu tearing through space in a hurry, seemingly to investigate something, which makes him feel even heavier.
The thing he feared most still happened.
Will the Great Zhao Martial Temple reject him or oppose him because of the half-demon blood flowing in him?
"Are you worried about the fact that you are a Half-Demon?"
Suddenly, a voice like a spring breeze sounded behind him, causing Song Chai Xin to turn his head.
He saw Ye Huai, also from Baoping State, nodding and smiling at him:
"There have been two Half-Demon leaders in the Martial Temple before, you need not panic."
