In the dead of night, all is silent, with specks of starlight adorning the deep blue sky, appearing extraordinarily beautiful.
A room in Ziyi Square emits a glimmer of light, and whispers can be heard from within.
Before long, the voices grow increasingly intense, as if the two people conversing were at odds, leading to a quarrel.
"No matter what, I don't agree with this matter, Third Uncle. You love me the most; how could you bear to push me into the firepit?" Zi Huan's face is pale, her eyes seemingly misty with moisture, yet her expression is extremely resolute.
"Huan'er!"
Zi Xiaoyi, with increased intensity, says in a low and raspy voice, "Don't you understand? Our Purple Demon Family is now merely a name. The Ancient Demon King's words are very clear. If Ye Fan performs excellently in the selection competition, he may still consider our family's contribution and potential and support us; otherwise, our Purple Demon Family will truly become history!"
