'So, Jiang Qiu must be a scion of the High Heavens. As for which Celestial Realm, she didn't dare to imagine, nor could she guess. She just felt he was a god-like being who had descended to this world and would eventually return to his own. She just hoped that when he went back, he might take her with him—if that was even a possibility.'
'She buried this thought deep in her heart. She wasn't sure why, but perhaps it was because she had heard that many in the Demon Race disliked being demanding. Those cunning Demons outside, especially, were fond of hiding their true intentions. She knew that revealing too many of her own thoughts would surely lead to a bad outcome.'
Jiang Qiu couldn't perceive the many thoughts hidden deep in her heart, nor could he read the subtle changes in her expression. After all, it wasn't as if he were a high-Realm member of the Demon Race, and his current skill level was not yet sufficient to peer into the minds of others.
