The demon spirit sounded dejected. "I don't know. I forgot. All I remember is that the voice that told me was very gentle."
"Could it have been Mask Man?"
Su Jiu did not answer Yun Huanling's question.
Anyone following an ordinary line of reasoning would have suspected Mask Man, but for some reason, Su Jiu instinctively felt that he was not responsible.
"Then do you know that your birth was actually forced?"
The demon spirit asked in confusion, "What does 'forced' mean?"
"It means that before it was time for you to condense a physical form, an outside force intervened and made you do so ahead of time."
"Is there anything bad about that?"
By now, Su Jiu was quite certain that this demon spirit truly knew nothing. Not only was it ignorant, but unlike other spirits, it had not been born with an inheritance.
Still, if she remembered correctly, a tree spirit should have an inheritance of its own. At the very least, its ability to cultivate spiritual qi should have been part of that inheritance...
At this thought, Su Jiu's expression suddenly stiffened. Wait! An inheritance?
"A tree spirit shouldn't lack an inheritance. Someone must have erased its memories, or its premature birth prevented it from receiving one."
Su Jiu glanced at Junior Granduncle, who had sent her that voice transmission, and understanding crossed her face. No wonder its attacks were so limited. It knew no arts and could only control vines. Even its invisibility relied entirely on its innate gifts and instincts.
Little Pearl said darkly, "Of course it's bad. You're a spirit. Setting aside the fact that you're cultivating the wrong kind of qi, your inheritance alone has already been destroyed. Worse still, your lifespan has been damaged. What's good about any of that?"
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