"You're wasting her effort! She won't be happy!"

Hearing Bai Ying speak so much in one breath for the first time.

Yin Huaizhu remained unmoved, bowing her head to tie a knot in her arm.

"But she didn't come back, she can't see it."

After finishing the knot, Yin Huaizhu slowly raised her head, her gaze passing through the white shadow, her mind blank.

"Sometimes I wish she could see how pathetic I am now, so that she could come back and keep an eye on me... just like when I was a kid."

The white figure fell silent.

She slowly turned her head away, her voice so soft it seemed to drift away with the wind.

"If she comes back and sees that I haven't protected you well, she will be unhappy."

This forbidden technique comes at the cost of the caster; each use consumes the caster's life force.

Yin Huaizhu withdrew her vacant gaze.

He turned his head away, looking at the white figure elsewhere.

"I just want to see her one more time."

Even if it's just once.

He just wanted to talk to her some more.

He asked that question, the one he hadn't had a chance to ask yet.

Her name.

Over the past few years, Yin Huaizhu has tried every method of summoning, but none of them have been successful.

That forbidden technique is impossible for a demon to fail to summon every time.

He harbored a prediction in his heart that he still dared not contemplate…

There are no more demons in this era.

Thinking about this...

Sudden!

Yin Huaizhu felt a sharp pain in her head, and a fleeting green light flashed before her eyes in the thick fog of the maple forest!

And that wooden stick that appeared out of nowhere, attacking him!

My head is hurting more and more!

"Um----!"

Yin Huaizhu frowned and raised her hand to press her forehead.

As he descended into a state of frenzy, hazy memories returned…