The bright moon climbed high into the sky as the thick thunderclouds began to part.
Gentle moonlight scattered across the surface of Li Shui Lake.
Qin Yang watched the motionless Beast God, then lowered his hands and stopped as well. He sized him up with great interest, 'What is this guy up to?'
Their brief exchange just now had lacked any killing intent.
It was clearly just a probe.
Qin Yang could sense that the Beast God had some other motive.
"Why have you stopped fighting?" Qin Yang asked.
"Qin Yang, I have considered this for a long time. Perhaps we should have a proper talk."
The Beast God's pupils shifted slightly. His gaze focused on Qin Yang, a flicker of emotion in his eyes. "Why must we resort to fighting and killing like this?"
In the end, he was still quite envious of Qin Yang's supreme talent.
'It's simply too rare, after all!'
