Zhi'er hurriedly stood up.
She stood in the corridor, looking at Feng Fuce before her.
Snowflakes drifted down behind him, and the cold wind lifted his dark robe.
Feng Fuce's eyes exuded a chilling black mist-like aura.
He stared intently at Zhi'er, as if seeking an answer.
Zhi'er's voice was somewhat helpless: "We are friends, but I didn't know before that you were the Demon Lord who hurt my mother!"
"Your mother?" Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Oh, the Heavenly Dao, how truly unfortunate."
Zhi'er took half a step back, her big, watery eyes assessing him with some detachment.
This displeased Feng Fuce greatly.
He furrowed his brow and added: "But at that time, I didn't know you. Your mother brought the Heavenly Soldiers to capture me; it was only natural I fought back."
Zhi'er silently stepped back again, the little one hiding half her body behind a pillar.
