Mo Wen had no way to stop Ye Qiyan.
Because his power had been negated at its very foundation.
The moment the puppet girl, who did not look like a real person, heard Ye Qiyan's question.
She opened her mouth and answered uncontrollably.
"Of course I don't want to die, but I..."
Not wanting to die was enough.
Deathly pale radiance enveloped the girl's body.
Within this body of hers, that dull consciousness, which should never have possessed a self, was coming to understand, little by little, what a self was.
Her consciousness walked along a broad road.
On either side of the road were countless Faceless Ones prostrating themselves on the ground, their bodies hidden beneath cloaks.
And at the end of the road.
She arrived there and watched in bewilderment as, amid the sacred demonic radiance, a horned skeletal demon pressed that pale, bony hand against the top of her head.
As her consciousness returned, she stared blankly at her hands, her feet, and her body.
The soul was Xiao Ai's, the body was Xiao Ai's, and the ravaged will also belonged to the girl named Xiao Ai.
But now, all of these had been added together.
What emerged was a brand-new girl.
She sat back on her heels on the ground, her eyes full of confusion.
"Xiao Ai..."
Mo Wen walked over, his gaze filled with complicated emotions as he looked at the girl.
He knew that his Xiao Ai was already dead.
The words Xiao Ai had just spoken to him were merely something Lu Jiayun had forcibly imitated using some kind of technology.
But those were still words spoken by Xiao Ai.
But now...
There would never be any more.
As that deathly pale radiance shone upon his Xiao Ai.
Within her body and soul,