Li Yue frowned.
He looked at the Night Watchers Organization's vice leader before him, the man who called himself a great Evil Spirit.
What was this supposed to be?
Self-destruction?
Or did he think he had Li Yue completely in his grasp?
"Do not misunderstand."
"Evil Spirits were merely our former identity."
"And even further back, we did not belong to the Evil Spirits either."
"You should have heard that widely circulated ballad, shouldn't you?"
"High Heaven's heroic bones grieve with the wind..."
"Falling into the Profound Mirror, they become grave mounds..."
"That ballad speaks the truth."
"The Ancient Caches of the '1,893rd World' are all grave mounds."
"Those grave mounds are the burial sites of living beings who perished in High Heaven."
"When one dies in High Heaven, there is a tiny chance of falling into the Profound Mirror Land and becoming a grave mound."
"And we Evil Spirits are, in truth, the owners of those grave mounds—the beings who once perished in High Heaven."
"We were sealed for eternity within the Ancient Caches of the '1,893rd World.'"
"Until one day, a being from the Mystic Crystal Clan, the natives of the Profound Mirror Land, arrived in the '1,893rd World' and released several Evil Spirits."
"Helping one another, we finally allowed a great number of Evil Spirits to leave the '1,893rd World,' established the Night Watchers Organization, defeated the Mystic Crystal Clan, and ruled the Profound Mirror Land."
"We are now true living beings."
"We are living beings who walked out of the Death Forbidden Ground."
The young man recounted all this calmly.
There was barely any rise or fall in his voice, as though none of it had anything to do with him.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Li Yue narrowed his eyes.
Such matters should have