Xi Ye did not acknowledge Lin Suqing's question but instead stared at the tightly shut window and suddenly realized, muttering with an expressionless face, "Ah, Luoluo made a wasted trip."
"A wasted trip?" Lin Suqing felt uneasy, vaguely guessing what Xi Ye meant, "So that means..."
A sudden chill enveloped Lin Suqing's heart, and his mood instantly became complex, a mix of regret, sadness, and perhaps a faint glimmer of hope.
"Yes," Xi Ye sensed Lin Suqing's emotions. Without needing him to fully voice his guess, he nodded in confirmation.
He sighed, "Ah, the young of the human race are always so fragile. That family's infant seemed even weaker, having its Soul Energy drained in just two days."
Seeing Lin Suqing's dejected expression, Xi Ye felt rather helpless, as he was not adept at offering comfort. Thus, he tried to say what he thought might be soothing.
"Actually, the human young are not so bad; our Demon Clan's young are even more fragile."
