Song Wanxi was dead. The noble princess of the Water Mansion who bore the fate of the Qing River Aquatic Clan on her shoulders, who deeply loved Zhuang Chenggan, and who had been so cherished by her elder brother, had died alone in the depths of the Zhuang Kingdom's palace.
What Song Hengjiang had protected beneath the Qing River was merely Song Wanxi's corpse as one of the aquatic clan—merely his own love and remembrance for his younger sister.
What Zhuang Chenggan had seen within the Glazed Coffin was merely the true affection he had personally cast aside.
The teardrop at the corner of Blood Puppet True Demon Song Wanxi's eye that day was merely the lingering grievance this body could not let go of. After Zhuang Chenggan died, it too melted away like spring snow.
She had become a demon, completely becoming a member of the Devil Race.
Humans and demons were already entirely different races.
Since ancient times, no demon possessing self-awareness had ever considered itself human, even if it had indeed been born human before becoming a demon, retaining all the memories of its human life.
The aquatic clansman who had become a demon was no exception.
But the meaning of "puppet" was to define the "self" as the "other self."
Zhuang Chenggan had pushed Song Wanxi through the final step of becoming a demon, while also erasing her independence and turning her into a pure weapon.
A weapon that possessed thought and memory, yet at the fundamental level of consciousness thought only for its puppet master.
As time passed, the blood pact continuously deepened, becoming instinct, and ultimately existing beyond instinct.
Zhuang Chenggan truly possessed talent vast enough to warp heaven and weft earth. Song Wanxi had always known that.
She opened her eyes and gazed