"It seems the Ji Family has no explanation, so I'll go demand one myself."
"The Supreme Emperor..."
Ji Biyun's pupils contracted.
Xu Lai did not look at the Ji Family's Quasi-Emperor; instead, a small, exquisitely carved girl appeared in front of him amidst flickering light and shadow.
It was Xu Yiyi.
A long spear was pierced into her shoulder, and blood kept flowing out, her injuries were severe. Yet, she still firmly gripped the Yunxiao Sword, not loosening her strength for a moment.
"Daddy..."
Upon seeing Xu Lai, Xu Yiyi staggered.
Despite her severe injuries, she summoned some unknown strength and forcefully pulled the spear from her wound.
Amidst the flowing blood, the little snow-white face became even paler.
"Does it hurt?"
Xu Lai looked at his daughter, his voice gentle.
"It doesn't hurt."
Xu Yiyi vigorously shook her head, then softly murmured, "Actually... it hurts a little."
"Hahaha."
