"Soul Reaper?"
Yang Tian became interested.
He couldn't help but carefully examine Chen Xiaoli.
This little girl was only about seven years old, at the age of utmost innocence, yet her small face was filled with resilience.
The death of her sister and her father's imprisonment left a heavy mark on her soul.
Though at this moment, Chen Xiaoli had not yet awakened.
But the demonic poison within her continued to be cleared, the originally dark purple complexion gradually returning to a healthy flush.
From the outside, she looked like an adorable little girl.
"Shiniang, what is a Soul Reaper?"
Wu Yue asked.
"The Soul Reaper is an ancient being beneath the Demon Tree, absorbing the Demon Breath year-round, growing alongside the Demon Tree." Wu Zetian, the soul of the Demon Tree, knew the details well: "After it cultivated into form, it went into the Demon Tree for a spiritual slumber. Thousands of years later, a stray cat came beneath the tree."
