The Evil Demon sat up abruptly, squinting his eyes as he looked in one direction. There, he saw a golden figure slowly waking from a state of unconsciousness.
It was Ye Chen. Despite being covered in blood, he stood as tall and unyielding as a spear planted in the earth. His eyes were calm, as still as an ancient well—neither happy nor sad, as if devoid of emotion.
"You." The Evil Demon exclaimed, the word slipping from his lips in astonishment.
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