"I don't want to get into a lengthy discussion, I just want to know where Little White is right now. Give me her position. I don't know if she left on her own last night or if you lured her out, but I hope to see her unharmed."
After speaking, Logan quietly looked into the Peach Blossom Demon's eyes.
The Peach Blossom Demon no longer played hide-and-seek, but met Logan's gaze head-on.
"Are you implying that I would abduct your Little White? But you don't know; she came to me on her own."
The Peach Blossom Demon turned around, and Logan could catch a hint of the scent of peach blossoms from her movement.
"Last night, while I was in the middle of sleeping, Little White came to my true form and said she wanted to know one thing."
Logan didn't speak, silently waiting for the Peach Blossom Demon to continue.
"Can you guess what she wanted to know about—she wanted to find out how her mother actually died."
