Bi Ji's voice was soft and gentle.
That healing smile was enough to rekindle anyone's love for life, even if they had resolved to die.
Yet at this moment, hearing it made every hair on Zi Ji's body stand on end.
It felt even better than before?
Sister, something's not right with what you just said!
Were you hoping my butt would get beaten to a pulp?
Zi Ji froze in place, the gratitude on her face completely stiffening. Her mouth hung open, but she could not utter a word for a long while.
She looked at Bi Ji, whose face was full of holy gentleness, then at the colleagues around them, whose eyes were filled with "Comrade, you've suffered," and "The future of soul beasts depends on you."
An unprecedented sense of helpless isolation instantly surged into her heart.
It was over.
She could no longer stay in this family.
It seemed she had already been sold off as a "tribute."
"Bi Ji, Zi Ji."
Gu Yuena's voice rang out again, interrupting Zi Ji's wild thoughts.
Looking at her two capable subordinates—one gentle yet sly, the other despair written all over her face—she nodded in satisfaction.
"Make your preparations. You will depart tomorrow."
"Remember, this mission may only succeed. Failure is not permitted."
Gu Yuena's tone became incomparably grave. "No matter what methods you use or what price you must pay, you must uncover that Deity's purpose. Gain that Deity's friendship—or at the very least, make him view our soul beast race favorably."
Bi Ji bowed slightly, her expression solemn. "Please rest assured, my lord. Bi Ji will not fail you."
Only Zi Ji remained standing there, looking utterly devoid of hope.
Whatever price had to be paid?
She felt that her lord had said those words specifically for