Kuang Tianshi has felt this before as well. Given what he has known about his friend over all his time was simple - Devil never stakes his claim. What he claims to be his, remains his. He never entertains any thought otherwise.
But now if he was being liberal to his own made laws then there might be something behind it.
With furrowed brows, Tianshi watched as Lu Xifu's expression slowly moulded into a depreciating smirk.
With a loud chuckle, he started. His words sounded like a self-sung praise, but there was a hint of disappointment laced in his every word. As if he realized that the crown that he always adored, lacked the lustre.