"Xue Yi, is that you?"
This time, Yang Xiao didn't go straight over to purge her Demon Thought as he had before.
Instead, he spoke to her normally.
But when his voice reached her, the frail-looking body didn't respond. It only trembled slightly.
"I know you've been through a huge shock, but hiding like this won't solve anything. Stand up. Look at what this world of yours has become."
"Do you want to become like your father—a Demon who brought slaughter wherever he went—only to be sealed, or even erased, by me in the end?"
Yang Xiao continued.
But at these words, Xue Yi's trembling grew more severe.
It seemed he had struck a nerve.
She spoke.
"Do you have any idea? I killed my only living relative..."
Her voice was faint, barely a whisper.
Yet it carried a sorrow as bleak as dead ashes.
"Your only living relative? Could it be...?"
A terrible thought flashed through Yang Xiao's mind.
