Immense hatred battered his mind like a tsunami.
On the verge of losing consciousness, Xiao glimpsed a blue figure through his blurred vision.
"Urgh..."
Xiao weakly opened his mouth, trying to speak. He had never expected someone to approach him at a time like this.
He bore far too much karmic debt. Once his mental defenses fell, even he did not know what the consequences would be.
If his defenses collapsed and his will was swallowed up, he might go berserk, becoming a puppet of slaughter driven by hatred.
Then he would very likely hurt the person who had suddenly appeared.
As the [Conqueror of Demons], who vanquished monsters and evil spirits, he had imagined his own death countless times.
Exhausting his strength, being consumed by hatred, losing his soul, and dying in a frenzy was one of the endings he had envisioned.
But he fought to protect the countless homes of Liyue. Even at death's door, he did not want to kill an innocent civilian.
He instinctively struggled, trying to move away, but could not.
He tried hard to open his mouth and order the newcomer to leave at once, but he could not do that either.
All he could do was muster his last shred of awareness and try to make out the newcomer's face.
What met his eyes was a girl in a white top and blue skirt.
Her long white hair hung loose, her beauty was breathtaking, and a white phoenix perched on her shoulder.
She stood with her back to the sun, its brilliant light spilling around the outline of her body, as though she herself were a sun.
She simply stood barefoot beside him.
"Go... hurry..."
He opened his mouth, using the last of his strength.
But the girl did not budge.
The morning