"Yes, I heard you. Stop yelling."
Su Ye rubbed his ears.
"Xiao Ye, don't provoke your aunt."
Xuanyuan Wuer was breaking out in a sweat.
He was already struggling to calm his sister down, and now his nephew was making things worse.
"I'm not provoking her. Everything I said was true."
Su Ye remained unmoved.
"Xiao Ye, stop!"
"Let him speak! I want to hear what truth he has to tell!"
Xuanyuan Mingmou glared at Su Ye, her eyes blazing with anger.
She was determined to make him explain himself.
"The truth is, someone else planted that Demonic Energy inside you, but your Demonic Possession was entirely your own doing!"
"It was only a wisp of Demonic Energy. At most, it could plant a suggestion in your mind. You're no weakling, Xuanyuan Mingmou. You're an Eighth Heaven expert, and your husband is even the War God. If you'd had any strength of will, you would have noticed it long ago."
"But what happened? That wisp stayed inside you for eighteen years without you noticing a thing. You let it seep deeper into your bones."
"Why? Because you embraced its influence."
"Admit it, Xuanyuan Mingmou. You're selfish and cold. That wisp of Demonic Energy made no difference. It merely gave you an excuse to show it openly."
Someone truly upright would not be corrupted even in the depths of darkness.
If Demonic Energy could influence a person, that only proved they were no good to begin with.
Flies didn't land on eggs without cracks.
Xuanyuan Mingmou was just such an egg.
Xuanyuan Wuer slapped his forehead.
It's over.
How could Xiao Ye say that?
He's pushing her too far.
Sure enough...
Xuanyuan Mingmou had been pale from blood loss, but now her face flushed bright red.
Golden Light flashed in her