"It's you again." Yang Tiansheng suddenly fell silent in his heart.
In a certain sense.
His life was indeed too bitter, always on the move, living was more exhausting than dying, and he only wanted to enjoy his twilight years in peace.
Yet he entered the mundane world, and the woman he fell for did not like him in return.
He sighed in his heart, unable to help but look at this race called the "Demon Beast."
Upon seeing them, waves stirred in his heart.
"This race belongs to the extremist path."
"Beast becoming human, human becoming beast, the two forms are very unique, like a new branch of cultivation in the martial arts system."
"But although this race is powerful, their nature is violent, with beastly tendencies, which might become a hidden danger."
He was delighted for a few seconds, feeling a hunter's thrill:
