Translator: Aran

  Green Rock glanced at Purple Night and shook his head. He said nothing.

  In reality, he had always despised Purple Night a little.

  That was because the [Demon Sage] was too rampant.

  Even though it might not be something bad for a warrior, to a certain degree, it was an expression of the martial artist's drive and determination. Purple Night's unrestrained wildness was boundless and ridiculous. It was a sort of wildness that someone who did not un..