I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse

"Don’t get your hopes up about those fair-weather friends. In these times, like attracts like and birds of a feather flock together. Just ask yourself what kind of person you are, and you’ll see that’s exactly what your friends are like."

At your words, the man lowered his head.

"I won’t waste my breath further. I ask, you answer."

Without waiting for the man to respond, you continued, "Who are you?"

"My name is..."

"I’m not asking for your name, but your identity."

"I’m a Demon Hunter."

"Demon Hunter?"

Such a title, one only seen in TV dramas, made you pause in astonishment, then you inquired further, "Are those people over there the same as you?"

"Yeah, more or less."