Another Storm

After hearing the news, Qin Yu could not help but knit his brow tightly.

Demon race? It had been a long time since he last heard this name.

It seemed that after coming to Holy Region, Qin Yu had never encountered a demon who had cultivated into a human form.

Qin Yu was sitting in a teahouse, quietly listening to their discussion.

Ever since the incident, everyone seemed to have paid lesser attention to Qin Yu now. Almost all the people in the teahouse were talking about this matter.

"That man was young. Rumor has it that he's only about 300 years old. He shows no mercy at all when he makes a move!"

"That's right. Rumor has it that two heirs of the aristocratic families have died at his hands!"

"Where does the demon race come from?"

"I heard that he has a pair of wings and can fly hundreds of stars with a single flap of his arms. His speed is tremendously fast, and he's not afraid of the aristocratic families at all!"