Zhou Bai furrowed his brows, "So if all the mixed-blood humans around the world fully understood the situation, they might see me as a public enemy, right? They'd worry that the immortals are using me to breed a new generation of pure-blood humans, which would further degrade the status of mixed-bloods."
Zhou Bai closed his eyes, and myriad pieces of information exchanged with the elder of the Heavenly Sword flashed through his mind. The more he thought about it, the more helpless he felt, sensing the complex intertwining of circumstances and positions, which couldn't simply be resolved in a few words.
Moreover, the most crucial issues regarding the demonic bloodline and the techniques of pure-blood propagation were utterly unknown to him. No amount of thinking would suffice.
On the other side, the elder of the Heavenly Sword gave a wry smile and asked, "Do you know who told me this news?"
