The Faceless Demon no longer vied for control over Qian Xiao's body. Instead, it fled the sea of consciousness, shrinking into a ball and trembling behind the little girl. It was waiting for the little girl to take care of Xu Lai, otherwise it dared not attempt to possess a body in front of this man. He had once brought it endless terror, like a nightmare.
No, that wasn't right. Since entering the Soul Candle, the Faceless Demon hadn't slept at all; it had been tortured to the point of wishing for death at every single moment.
"It's you," the little girl said, tilting her head. Although she had to look up at him, neither her aura nor her presence was in any way inferior to Xu Lai's.
"It's you," Xu Lai repeated. From her, he sensed a familiar aura—that of the woman's palm, whose power was comparable to the Emperor Realm. Even housed in a young vessel, it was impossible to conceal the thick stench of death clinging to her.
