"I don't wish to leave you!" Ling Yanyu cried.
Yang Xiao patted Ling Yanyu's head and said earnestly, "You think this way now, but you may not think the same in the future. Yanyu, people change, but remember, as long as your master is here, you will always have a choice."
The conflicts and dangers in the Apostle World are something ordinary people can never understand. Ling Yanyu does not belong to this world, and Yang Xiao does not want to watch him get entangled in it bit by bit.
From the day they became Angel Envoys, their destinies were no longer within their own control. This is a road of no return.
Great power comes at a price. Stripped of the glamorous veneer of Angel Envoys, beneath it they are merely pitiable creatures living between dawn and dusk, never knowing whether tomorrow or an accident will come first after they go to sleep tonight.
Tong Han said something very accurate: Angel Envoys are not high and mighty, they are merely prisoners of nightmares.
