"I... I don't know. I only know that the Demon Race should unite against outsiders... I..." Yun Bingxin said hesitantly, her mood seeming to grow terribly complicated. She glanced around and saw that the Demon Cultivators nearby had basically fled, not one of them intending to save her. Meanwhile, I watched her seriously. She couldn't help hesitating as well, then sighed.
"You saw it too. Even though they were only split souls, they had no intention of saving a companion who had come in person. If you died, then you died—and they weren't even willing to sacrifice a single split soul. Do you still think the Demon Race is united? That all under heaven should be one?" I calmly met her gaze. Although my eyes were red, that didn't mean I had lost the ability to think.
"No... The Demon Race and humans..." My words had repeatedly overturned the "truth" fixed in Yun Bingxin's heart. She had gone from absolute disbelief, to hesitation, to her current state. What she had experienced could be called the longest and most agonizing struggle of her life.
Even I had forgotten how many times I had chosen not to kill her. It had practically become a habit.
"Actually, whether they're ghosts, demons, or humans, there's no essential difference to Big Brother. I used to be a ghost. Big Brother cherished me, protected me, and tolerated me. He never treated me as an outsider. Later, I was reborn from the flames as a phoenix, and my personality changed completely. Big Brother still never treated me as an outsider. He advised me and endured me all the way. He even ventured down into the lower realm, crossed the vast Nine Provinces, and searched through countless mountains and rivers for me. He didn't hesitate to risk his