Bab 458: Fifth World: The Demon King's Story

Those luminous peach blossom eyes stared fixedly at Qie Ranzhe as he strode over to help the man up. No one could accurately describe the emotions stirred up in this heart of stone with each step he took towards Qie Ranzhe. His ivory loose untied hair fluttered with the breeze as he crouched down before Qie Ranzhe and stretched out his hand towards him.

Qie Anzhie who had been pressed down earlier hurriedly got on his knees and called out, "Master," his voice breaking. He was obviously distraught uncertain of what to think at this moment.

His so-called master didn't even pay attention to him raising his index finger telling him to shut up. The demon king reached out to touch Qie Ranzhe's chin but he was ruthlessly rejected as Qie Ranzhe abruptly stood up with a gaze cold enough to freeze hell over.