"Demon animals?" Xu Zeng's face crumpled up as he pulled away and looked down at his older brother in disdain, "We are immortal beasts, don't use such vulgar human language."
Xu Feng stared up, open mouthed at this bigger, younger brother.
Why? Because he also felt like he'd used vulgar language. If he had a bar of soap he might have washed his own mouth out with it…
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Xu Feng found himself enveloped in a whirlwind of thoughts and revelations as he stood there, still trying to come to terms with the amazing truth of his existence.
The words "demon animals" and "immortal beasts" echoed in his mind, each term carrying with it a sense of otherworldly weight.
