"I've said it many times, I am Wen Xiao'ai, not her. Also, even though you helped me this time, I won't thank you, because you are the Demon Lord, Zuo Yan's master. Even if these matters indeed have nothing to do with you, you can't entirely shirk responsibility."
She sympathizes with his emotional experiences and admires his devotion, but being treated as someone else's substitute, she feels somewhat uncomfortable.
Moreover, the person in front of her is the leader of the Demon Realm who wiped out half of her clan.
"I know, I haven't taken you as anyone else."
No matter if what he said was true or not, it rendered Wen Xiao'ai unable to refute.
Wen Xiao'ai felt as if he poured a mouthful of ice water on her, quenching the fire instantly.
"I want Zuo Yan's life."
"Alright."
His straightforward response left Wen Xiao'ai feeling that she was full of malice.
Pressing her lips lightly, she finally retracted her thorns.
