C458 Chapter 458

Just how pure was the boy’s soul? Pure enough that if it came down to a straight contest of soul purity, he’d win—no question. Even Wu Xiaogang would have to admit defeat.

The boy kept attacking Wu Xiaogang, trying to force him to put down the glass bottle. Wu dodged each strike with ease, a faint sense of regret rising in his chest: with purity like that, if the kid trained a little