For Ye Sui, from the moment he learned of the Holy Daughter's death, he hated those in the Demon Realm who forced her to die, and even more so hated the true culprit behind it all—Qiu Buwen.
If not for him, the Holy Daughter would still be the Holy Daughter. She wouldn't have made mistakes, wouldn't have been seen as a traitor of the Demon Realm, forced into suicide.
And what has that coward Qiu Buwen done?
Suicide?
What right does a sinner like him have to die so early?
Ye Sui quietly looked at the two children with Qiu Family bloodlines before him, both of whom he watched grow up. But what does that matter?
When it comes time to sacrifice one of them, he should, as he does now, make a choice without hesitation.
"Ye Sui… Ye Sui…" Qiu Shan was trapped in the ice coffin, unable to move, his increasingly warm body only adding to his panic, "Stop! Stop!"
Compared to Qiu Shan, Qiu Shui was excessively quiet.
Ye Sui smiled, "Qiu Shan, haven't you always disliked Qiu Shui?"
