"At last..."
When she saw the eight light-figures make their move, Zhao Xiaoxiang, who had maintained a serene expression all this time, finally smiled.
But it was neither a gentle smile nor a sunny one. The corners of her mouth split wide in a wicked grin.
"This is bad!"
"Just as I knew..."
Zhao Dong, who had been watching this side all along, cried out inwardly when he saw that expression.
Ever since he had seen how enthusiastically Zhao Xiaoxiang had worked to hold a ritual for Zhao Cheng and bring him back, Zhao Dong had felt that something was off.
Anyone unaware of the truth would naturally think it was profound sibling affection—how deeply she loved her brother...
But who was Zhao Dong? For a time, he could be said to have grown up alongside Zhao Cheng and Zhao Xiaoxiang. How could he not know what kind of person Zhao Xiaoxiang was?
There was indeed some sibling affection between them, but not much...
Now, seeing Zhao Xiaoxiang's manic grin, he understood everything.
Zhao Xiaoxiang had been so enthusiastic about this matter because she wanted to put on a show.
Over these years, she had probably come up with something new again.
Of course, Zhao Dong also had to admit that this ritual had been necessary.
One ritual had startled out countless demons and monsters. Fortunately, all these things had been detonated now. If they had waited for those undercurrents to erupt naturally, the situation would likely have been far worse than this.
And judging from Zhao Xiaoxiang's mindset, Zhao Dong reckoned that, to her, this was probably a win-win—one person winning twice...
In Zhao Dong's eyes, Zhao Xiaoxiang was actually insane. Back when she had still been an ordinary person, it simply had not been obvious.
As for now,