This person was the son of the Lord of West City Gate, the person he rescued.
When I opened the door, I saw him standing respectfully three feet away from the door. His white gown was spotless, and with his heroic appearance, he had the aura of a city lord's son.
Seeing Feng Qingyang coming out, he unexpectedly fell into silence. He originally wanted to come here earlier, but sensing that Feng Qingyang had not yet awakened, he did not dare to rush forward.
It was not until he noticed that Feng Qingyang had woken up that he mustered up the courage to come here from his mansion. In fact, he had already arrived here, but had been staying outside.
Looking at the silent Feng Qingyang, the young man was shocked. It seemed that he had completely changed in just one night. Yesterday he was still a dying old man, but now he had become full of energy again.
With such a full forehead, how could he look weak at all? He was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask. After all, in his eyes, Feng Qingyang was a super powerful man who was almost as powerful as his father.
Such a person naturally has his own trump card. If you think about it this way, it wouldn't be so hard to accept that he could recover from his injuries and cultivation in one night.
"Senior, I have something I want to ask you." After a long time, the young man broke the silence. He looked the same as Feng Qingyang, but he did not have the depth and vicissitudes of Feng Qingyang, so it would not feel awkward to call him senior.
As he spoke, Feng Qingyang withdrew his gaze and looked at him coming towards him. While closing his eyes, his spiritual sense suddenly and quietly came out and secretly checked all around. Then he smiled meaningfully.
There were three powerful spiritual senses locking onto him here, but these spiritual senses only blocked the void in all directions and did not stay on him, but they were still keeping a close eye on him.
It makes sense. He entered the City Lord's Mansion at the West Gate as a stranger. If the other party didn't have any suspicion or defense, he would have to be careful.
The spiritual consciousness that blocked the four directions, except for the most powerful one, the rest were all in the middle stage of Demon King. Such powerful existence was enough to demonstrate the great strength of the West City Gate.
What's more, what's more important is that there is a city lord who is infinitely close to the late stage of Demon King and can control the West Gate formation. With him in charge, this place will be impregnable and no one can break it.
"You say." Feng Qingyang spoke after thinking for a while. He also wanted to see what the other party wanted to say. After all, he would need help from others later, so it would be inappropriate for him to put on airs. Besides, he was not the kind of person who looked down on others.
Hearing Feng Qingyang's answer, the young man was immediately delighted, but he didn't show anything on his face. However, his fluctuating aura had already betrayed him. How could he hide his pounding heart from Feng Qingyang's divine eyes
The two talked as they walked, and soon they arrived at the back garden of the mansion. It was surrounded by mountains and rivers, with birds singing and flowers blooming. It did not have the grandeur and mystery of famous mountains and rivers, but had a kind of elegant and pleasant tranquility.
They came to a grassy area and sat down on the ground. The maids on both sides quickly brought them tea. In just a short moment, they turned the place into a small pavilion.
"Senior, I'm afraid you are not from my demon clan." The young man was holding a cup of tea. The rich tea aroma subconsciously soothed his nervous heart. God knows how nervous he was before he came to ask.
After asking the question, he looked straight at Feng Qingyang, his narrow eyes shining with brilliance, trying to probe into Feng Qingyang's heart, but after a long time, he was disappointed.
Feng Qingyang's eyes were extremely deep, like dead water. Apart from calmness, nothing else could be seen. That state of mind of being as good as water and not startled even when the sky falls, shook his heart again.
"Yes, I am indeed not from the demon race, but I am not a human either." He spoke softly. The first sentence made the young man's heart tighten and he said to himself, "Oh no!" But the second sentence that followed made him breathe a sigh of relief.
"It's neither a demon nor a human. Could it be that you are from the City of Sin?" He asked in a serious tone. There were only these possibilities at the time. If it was the City of Sin, it wouldn't be so hostile.
"Not bad." Feng Qingyang looked normal, sitting cross-legged on the ground, also holding a cup of tea. He smelled the faint fragrance and secretly said that it was good tea. As he picked up the tea, the ethereal aura on his body became stronger, and he looked like a whirlpool, seemingly able to swallow everything wherever he sat at any time.
The terrifying thing was that everything he showed was extremely calm and peaceful, but when the young man saw this scene, his eyelids twitched. Feng Qingyang, who was sitting on the ground, gave him an illusion. He almost thought that the person sitting in front of him was not a human, but a wild beast that was entrenched here and could suddenly attack and kill people at any time.
"If that's the case, then it's easy to say. What I least want to see before is that you are a human." The young man said with a smile. It was obvious that Feng Qingyang's identity had been recognized by him, at least he was not full of hostility.
"What do you mean?" Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows. Although he had the body of a zombie, his soul was still a complete human. Suddenly hearing someone so hostile to the human race, he subconsciously felt a little dissatisfied.
"The demon race and the human race have been at war for years, and have long been branded with an indelible hatred. If a human rashly comes to my demon race's territory, it will be a very serious matter." The young man restrained his smile and said in a very serious manner. Looking at his pale face, he was not lying.
Feng Qingyang glanced at the young man and didn't say anything, but his eyes stayed on the young man, making him feel like sitting on a carpet of pins and needles, his back felt cold, and sweat rolled down his cheeks.
However, what he said was true. The demon race itself was a treasure. Whether it was bones, fur, or demon pills, they were all rare treasures that the human race would go crazy for.
All of this is due to the greed of the human race, so they madly attacked the demon race and formed a deep hatred with them countless years ago.
Although there are demon races in the human area, and even some large sects founded by the demon race, those are completely different definitions from the independent demon area.
The monsters here, except for the true spirits of all races, are only monsters. There are no humans. Even the Ghost King Sect has never entered here.
From this, we can see how xenophobic and hateful they are towards humans. Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang sighed secretly. Suddenly, he thought of his own identity, and his heart was instantly filled with a feeling of bitterness.
"What race am I? Am I a zombie or a human? Or maybe a demon?" He had never thought about this question before, but now, listening to the young man's question, all the questions that had been suppressed by her came to his mind.