Yan Xiang was a mere commoner, his demeanor exceedingly scholarly and refined. Were it not for this incongruous setting, Wang Yang would even doubt that such a person could be one of the Demons and Monsters.
"You jest. If Yuanshu had heeded your advice that day, the state of the world would surely have been vastly different!"
Wang Yang spoke as if talking to a familiar friend, without any particular indication, and both had retracted their killing intent after their initial confrontation.
"No, even if he had listened to me, the world was already gravely ill; it's not something a mere scholar like myself could change."
Yan Xiang spoke like a civil official, his posture and demeanor lacking the haughtiness found in others, appearing just like an ordinary person.
"Do you know, maintaining your consciousness under such power is no easy feat."
As Wang Yang spoke, he mentioned Yan Xiang, who raised an eyebrow but showed no signs of pride on his face.
