The slender palace minister glanced at him, a gentle mockery in his deep-colored eyes: “Is that so?”
“Without the device, this world is finished, all worlds are finished! We are all finished!” The High Priest completely lost his usual dignified demeanor, roaring at Pi Ping with a hoarse voice.
Pi Ping remained unmoved, his smile deepening: “No, I’m looking forward to what that young lady can accomplish.” He walked to the side, looking at the sky revealed by the collapsed dome, muttering to himself: “If that’s truly the case, all worlds will be rewritten.”
“Her next target is Magic Creature No. 1…” Yi Xia appeared calm, letting out a crisp laugh, her pale face looking somewhat abnormal. She sat by the deep pit where Klovi had stood, “Hehe, Magic Creature No. 1 is personally kept by the Palace Minister. Whether she can succeed depends on luck. But success or failure no longer concerns us.” Her eyes flickered with a fanatical light, the heat that supported her until now finally about to burn out, “Even if we are remembered, we are only the defeated side.”
Li Xite said nothing, already turning to leave, but her sleeve was grabbed. She looked toward the person with clouded eyes showing no fluctuation, silently questioning the black-haired youth’s intent.
“I…” speaking for the first time, the youth with the Demon King’s identity but having lost all meaning of existence, his voice dry and unpleasant, he pursed his lips, and when trying again, he sounded more practiced, “I want to find her.”
Li Xite raised an eyebrow behind her veil, revealing a vivid expression for the first time: “I’m not your mother. What you do has nothing to do with me.”
The black-haired youth released his hand, letting the Grand Sage’s noble robe brush past his fingertips.
He looked up at the sky, his delicate features gradually freezing into a bewildered posture. Various strange emotions bloomed in his mind, accelerating his heartbeat and raising his body temperature. He seemed confused by this abnormality but not afraid, tasting an indescribable emotion in these subtle changes.
The female assassin had once briefly stopped behind him, saying only: “I defeated the fate that pained you and gave you freedom.”
He wanted to find her.
Even if time and space stood between them, the familiar face still made Nai Li unable to control herself.
