Jiang Xiao's brow was tightly furrowed, he felt an unprecedented anxiety.
The words of the High Priest struck deep into his spirit like a heavy hammer, the title "Demon Child" seemed to be an unshakeable fate.
"High Priest, since you've mentioned the Demon Child, then please tell me, what does this identity mean for me?"
Jiang Xiao's doubts surged like a mighty river, unstoppable.
Yet the projection of the High Priest seemed reluctant to provide a direct answer, its figure flickering within the crystal ball-like glow, as if ready to vanish at any moment.
"Demon Child, your fate is far more complex than you can imagine, but now is not the time to unveil everything."
After a pause, the High Priest chuckled again.
"Actually, it's quite fine to keep things as they are, you don't need to delve deeply or oversimplify complicated issues."
A surge of dissatisfaction rose in Jiang Xiao's heart, he was about to question further.
