Xuanyuan Yue looked at Xiao Yin. "Have you forgotten about Hua Ning, Hua Yue, Yun Mingyue, Duan Wu, Danielle, and Catherine? My father turned them into demons using his demon-creation manual, yet nothing happened to him, right? Naturally, I won't use my device indiscriminately; I'll only use it when necessary."
"Young miss, you must remember that you are not your father, nor are you the one chosen by fate." Xuanyuan Yue pursed her lips. "Fate chose your father, and he is the future successor of Chaos. Although you are his daughter, you do not share his fate and luck."
Xuanyuan Yue shook her head. "I may not have the same fate and luck as my father, but I will have the same privileges if he replaces Chaos in the future."
"Ugh." Xiao Yin was speechless. "I think you should discuss this matter with your father first, young miss. If your father allows you to create that device, I will be happy to help you."
