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The tone was so annoying that Qi Xiaomian couldn't help but frown. Had he called out a few times before?
"Really? I don't remember. You must not have called out with any heart," Qi Xiaomian had to raise his voice, and once wasn't enough; he had to call several times. Qi Hao's eyebrows shot up as he mischievously urged Qi Xiaomian to pay attention to his tone, correcting him multiple times until Qi Xiaomian's patience wore thin.
Miss Sang's Small Tavern was bustling with activity!
A customer had arrived, and the tone carried an unmistakable envy, the last word tinged with a sigh. Sang Qingxiao could hear a mix of nostalgia, regret, and anger in that voice.
Sang Qingxiao had her back turned to him, too lazy to turn around, smiling as she invited him to join.
A Si came over and sat down without any courtesy, anger blazing in his eyes. "What a clever girl!"
"You’re just too impatient. I meant well; if you involve the innocent and attract retribution, it will be you who suffers."
"Think about it carefully, and you'll understand my intentions. I thought I might get a thank you from you; alas, my good intentions were wasted."
"Thank you?! Ha! What you did was meddling!"
"Really? I didn’t feel that way."
Sang Qingxiao wore a seemingly mischievous smile that made A Si's eyes ache with frustration. He felt helpless; if he still had any strength left, he might stand a chance against the people in this courtyard, but alas, he was nothing but a waste!
"A coward! A fool! A disgrace!"
A Si continuously berated himself in his mind. It was these curses and the scars from self-harm that allowed him to barely survive. Just when he thought he would finally get his revenge, it was abruptly interrupted at the last moment—how could he not be furious?
As the internal insults grew louder, A Si's expression became quite dramatic, instilling fear in those who watched him. Following that fear came an inexplicable sympathy.
Sang Qingxiao sighed and said she didn't plan to block him forever; they should talk first.
A Si glared at her furiously, releasing his malice.
Sang Qingxiao pretended not to see it and asked, "What kind of monster are you?"
"I'm a demon," A Si replied bluntly.
"A demon without any demonic aura?"
"I lost my demon core."
"That can't mean you have no demonic aura at all!" Sang Qingxiao confirmed again; indeed, there was none—he was completely just a sickly human. This method was unheard of; how did you manage it?
After pondering for a moment, A Si finally spoke up, "After losing my demon core, I drifted aimlessly through life until one day I suddenly wanted revenge. Only then did I realize that without the demon core, the little bit of demonic aura left in my physical body was gradually fading away."
I stumbled upon a Secret Technique that allows me to condense the remaining demonic energy. When I need it, just releasing a little will suffice. I have been holding back all this time, waiting for this moment of Revenge.
Sang Qingxiao observed and realized that A Si's words were not entirely false; she must be holding something back. This Secret Technique of yours is impressive; you have truly managed to cleanse the demonic energy so thoroughly that even after you summoned this rain, I still couldn't detect a trace of it.
A Si snorted coldly. "Miss Sang, do you think you are superior to everyone else? Do you believe everything is under your control?"
No, how could I dare to think that? It was merely a question of curiosity. Sang Qingxiao adopted a humble demeanor and continued, "Then what exactly is A Si's true nature?"
"An utterly ordinary member of the Sea Fish Clan."
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