Night Little Tear's lips twitched. "Look at this. He gave so much for you, and yet you forgot him?" As she spoke, she raised her tiny hand, and a jade-green curtain of light appeared before Cai'er. The center of the curtain rippled slightly, gradually forming an image of light and shadow.
The light curtain was about a meter across. A clear image slowly emerged at its center, showing Long Haochen and Cai'er in the middle of the image—it was the scene of them being surrounded and attacked by the Demon Clan.
In the image, every movement Long Haochen made was simple and direct, without the slightest hesitation. Again and again, even when it was beyond his strength, he used his body to shield Cai'er.
Even just watching the recording, one could clearly sense the life force draining wildly from Long Haochen's increasingly battered body. Yet Cai'er, whom he protected in the center, had not suffered the slightest injury. Amid the siege of so many Demon Clan powerhouses, Long Haochen was the only one wounded.
The light and shadow shifted quickly, but this brief recording was enough to leave everyone deeply shaken.
Cai'er's gaze remained vacant, but the previous coldness and terror had faded. She muttered to herself, "Th-that's me? That's me? I... who am I?"
There was someone else even more shocked than she was: Moon Night. Watching the brutal scene in the image, she finally understood how this young knight had come to be covered in wounds. He had done it entirely to protect her! He had not merely protected her life—he had protected her through that strange process of enlightenment, even burning away his own life force for her sake. If Night Little Tear had not arrived in time, even if he had survived this, he would have