"Cease your wishful thinking," the Demon Lord scoffed, "Even unrequited love should come with self-awareness."
Lin Suqing felt a surge of joy in her heart. Could it be that he was not Chi You, the demonic god?
"The original you has long been dead," the Demon Lord eyed him dismissively, sneered, "Don't think too highly of yourself. You have no connection to our Demon Clan. Ultimately, you are nothing but a vessel."
"A vessel?" Lin Suqing's thoughts were in disarray.
"You were but two days old when your three souls and seven spirits were stripped from your body, and your body itself was long since eradicated by the malevolent aura within the Pot Sky, making you incredibly frail—so weak that a mere sneeze from an ordinary mortal could scatter your three souls and seven spirits. Humph, let alone suppress the Great Emperor Chi You?"
