"Your eyes." Shen Yanxiao's lips twitched as she looked at Xiu's golden eyes.
She knew that the people there did not differ much from the people in her previous world. Most of them had either black or brown eyes.
So, which of the human race would have golden eyes?
Before Xiu could answer her, the Vermillion Bird at his side suddenly spoke. "I didn't expect that someone from the god race would survive. No wonder I could sense some familiarity with you. You must have participated in the war between the demons and the gods from thousands of years ago, right?"
Xiu did not answer the Vermilion Bird's question. He merely stood there quietly and unmoving.
However, Shen Yanxiao was dumbstruck by the Vermilion Bird's words.
Someone from the god race who survived?
What did that mean?
