Yuanen Yehui: Aunt?

"What?!"

Yuanen Yehui's pupils abruptly contracted, her face filled with disbelief.

Though her Gate of Hell was not her strongest Soul Skill, it was still one of the most powerful among all her abilities. It could summon demons to suppress her enemies in battle, and it could also split into demonic clones for a pincer attack. It had rarely failed her in past fights.

Yet this black-robed figure had simply waved a hand and dispersed it?!

"Who exactly are you?" Yuanen Yehui's voice carried a barely perceptible tremor.

That tremor did not stem from fear, but from the strange power the other party had displayed—and the familiar sensation within it that made her heart quiver.

She could clearly sense that the dark-purple Soul Power the other party had wielded carried an aura sharing the same origin as her Fallen Angel Martial Soul. They were like two rivers flowing from the same source; even if they flowed in different directions, they still shared an inseverable connection.

The black-robed figure who had acted earlier spoke in a low voice. "Hui Ye, it seems you weren't mistaken. This little girl really is the bearer of a Fallen Angel Martial Soul. But I never expected her to have Twin Martial Souls. That talent is truly extraordinary!"

The black-robed figure called Hui Ye did not respond. She merely stood there quietly.

Though the expression in those eyes hidden beneath her hood's shadow could not be seen, they seemed capable of piercing through every obstacle as they stared fixedly at the pair of dark-purple wings behind Yuanen Yehui.

The complex emotions surging within that gaze could almost be felt in the air—nostalgia for the past, indescribable complication, and a faint warmth so subtle it was nearly impossible to grasp?

All those emotions intertwined into an invisible