After hearing Hun Changqing's words, Hun Ye looked utterly lost, his eyes dim and lifeless as he kept muttering under his breath.
"No... impossible. Impossible..."
Hun Changqing shrugged at the sight of him. The facts were what they were, and he had already told Hun Ye practically everything he needed to know. If Hun Ye could not accept it, that was hardly Hun Changqing's fault.
Hun Changqing turned away. He still had plenty to do and no time to waste dawdling here with Hun Ye. He intended to leave him alone to calm down and digest this unpalatable truth.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
Seeing Hun Changqing about to leave, Hun Ye snapped out of his daze and shouted after him.
No matter how hard he tried, Hun Ye could not believe that his cold, proud younger sister had gotten together with the man before him. Yet Hun Changqing's matter-of-fact account forced him to accept it. Knowing the Soul Clan's nature as well as he did, Hun Ye could think of no other reason why Hun Changqing would spare his life, much less leave his freedom unrestricted and let him return to the Soul Clan at any time to verify the story. Having gone that far, there really was no reason to lie.
Hun Changqing had only just turned when Hun Ye's ghost-summoning howl reached him, making a vein throb on his forehead. In the end, he suppressed the irritation rising from his impatience and turned back to address Hun Ye.
"This dungeon is completely enclosed, and there are only two of us here. You really don't need to shout that loudly when you're talking to me. Could you lower your voice a little, if possible? I can hear you."
Hun Ye's agitated expression froze. Then he gave an awkward smile and