After recalling the giant python into the Sealed Space, Xiao Buli lacked the energy to move forward; the current situation was quite bleak. Devoid of mood and fighting spirit, he found a shady spot and sprawled out on his back.
Dehydration made his head begin to subtly ache.
"Why suffer this torment?" The Heart Demon, who had been silent for a long time after Xiao Buli considered befriending it, finally spoke again. Perhaps it was the heat delirium, but Xiao Buli felt an odd sense of happiness upon hearing its voice.
"For my brothers," Xiao Buli thought, thankful that he didn't need to speak aloud to converse with the Heart Demon.
"Really? (真的?) Isn't it just to ease your own conscience? You feel guilty for dragging them down with you, so you're just trying to make your own conscience feel better," the Heart Demon's sharp words struck at the question Xiao Buli least wanted to face.
"Why do you always speak English?" Xiao Buli started to ramble.
