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As we walked along, apart from the variously colored and oddly shaped plants, we rarely encountered the loft-style buildings where we had previously rested. Moreover, the way the Wild Ghost was familiar with that place suggested it was his territory.
It was clear that having a loft here signified a certain status. I increasingly doubted the relationship between the Wild Ghost and the Demon Clan; not just doubted, but was almost certain that the Wild Ghost had lived here at some point. However, since Silver Moon trusted the Wild Ghost, I would too. I looked at his back with complex feelings, suppressing my inner questions.
Deep within the flower garden stood a delicate two-story wooden house, which was quite elegant and fitting for the surroundings. I imagined that its owner must be a graceful beauty, with even the garden around the house meticulously trimmed. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that the owner should be a couple who were very affectionate towards each other…
All the flowers were Twinflowers, exuding a sense of closeness and intimacy. This place might not be as splendid or magnificent as the palaces I had visited before, but I found myself falling in love with it at first sight. There was an ordinary yet delicate emotion blooming here that outsiders like us could never truly enter; I suddenly felt a pang of envy.
“Stop!” A voice came from an ancient tree at the entrance of the wooden house before we could take a step inside.
The Wild Ghost ignored it and led us straight toward the house.
“Bold intruders! Who are you? Stop immediately!” A sudden gust of strange wind swept in.
The Wild Ghost's Seven-Colored Flower floated out, shining with an eerie light, easily dispelling the wind attack. I was taken aback; I had seen that flower's attack power before, but it seemed to have become even stronger! The wind force had reached the Realm of the Supreme Lord and was effortlessly repelled?!
“I did not know Your Highness had arrived; please forgive me!” The ancient tree instantly transformed into an old man in his seventies or eighties, hunched over with a cane, his white hair making him appear somewhat spirited.
However, regarding what the old man referred to as "Your Highness"—
“Get lost.” The Wild Ghost coldly uttered two words.
I took a step back, and White Soul beside me supported me, signaling me to relax my tightly clenched fists. I could only look on in confusion and helplessness…
I had suspected a connection between the Wild Ghost and the Demon Clan but never imagined he was actually one of them—what’s more, a prince?!
"The Demon Emperor is not here and has left a message that no one is allowed to enter," the old man said, looking troubled. It seemed he was quite afraid of the Wild Ghost.
"What if I insist on going in?" the Wild Ghost replied coldly, treating him more like an enemy than a fellow clansman.
"I know it's foolish to confront Your Highness, but I will risk my life to guard this place," the old man said, showing no intention of backing down.
The two sides were at a stalemate. I patted White Soul's hand and nodded; I would gradually accept this reality. However, I seemed to sense the presence of the Life Stone.
Could it be hidden inside this wooden house?!
This is bad; it seems a large number of creatures are moving toward us!
I turned my head to witness a surprising scene: humanoid figures were emerging from the plants. Soon, we were surrounded by a dense mass, making escape impossible.
They were all demons! On the ground and in the air, they stared at us without moving.
"What’s going on?" I asked nervously. This was no joke; gathering so many demons indicated that things had escalated seriously, yet I still knew nothing.
"The Wild Ghost wants to take the Light Stone, and they naturally won't allow it," White Soul said with a frown. But he seemed much calmer than I was, as if he had anticipated this situation.
"If the Wild Ghost takes the Light Stone, everything here will disappear and return to its original state."
Recalling what White Soul had told me about the origins of the Demon Abyss, I couldn't help but understand why the Wild Ghost's actions were terrifying for the demons.
"Are you all coming here to seek death?" the Wild Ghost said.
I could sense that those demons were afraid of the Wild Ghost, yet none chose to step back.
"Then let them all die," the Wild Ghost said with a light laugh.
As he spoke, he raised his right hand and slowly removed the mask from his face...
I trembled and covered my mouth, unable to scream. How could this be?!
Purple Eyes and White Hair, with thin lips pressed together and a cold sense of detachment, there was a seven-colored flower mark between his brows, just like the one in his hand, extremely exquisite. This was not the reason for my shock; rather, it was that this Wild Ghost's appearance bore an uncanny resemblance to Silver Moon—except for the hair color and facial expression, they were basically identical!
Suddenly, a series of fragmented messages flashed through my mind, piecing together anew. Gradually, my breathing became rapid; there was an answer that was on the verge of being revealed. I kept denying it, but in the end, only that answer remained: this Wild Ghost is him—
"Did you guess it?" White Soul asked.
I looked at him; White Soul's eyes were filled with clarity, igniting a nameless anger within me. Indeed, they knew everything!
Sighing, I realized I couldn't say much; everyone had untold pasts—no one could be blamed.
The shock did not end there; another event unfolded that left me disheartened and hopeless...
"They can't touch you; I'll handle it."
If there really were "ifs," could we choose to regret? Then many things wouldn't happen, and there wouldn't be feelings of heartbreak for those we once trusted so deeply...
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