After hearing Xuan Zhenzi's account, Xiao Buli's mind churned with a mixture of emotions. Xuan Zhenzi had been a legend, a myth in his eyes, his only hope for escaping his Heart Demon. Yet, unexpectedly, even that legend struggled to live until today, and the process of escaping the Heart Demon took a full thirty years. Was he to face the same fate? Were his friends, those he had invited into the game, also walking down a path of no return?
"Is there really no other way?" Xiao Buli pondered to himself, murmuring the question aloud.
"What did you say?" Xuan Zhenzi asked.
"Is there really no other way to escape the Heart Demon? Must I spend thirty years like you did?" Xiao Buli's voice was fraught with emotion. "But, but…" he found it hard to voice the trials he had been through. Should he share his past with Xuan Zhenzi?
"But what about your brothers?" Xuan Zhenzi seemed as if he could read minds as he asked.
"How do you know? How could you possibly know that?"
