Hearing Huiye's words, Little Li paused for a moment before covering her mouth and speaking gently.
"I almost forgot. You mentioned before that you and Lord Aizen are guests from another world."
Speaking to this point, her eyes flashed with radiance as she spoke with respect.
"To have such powerful people like you and Lord Aizen, I'm sure the world you're from must be very interesting."
Hearing her words, Huiye glanced at her and lowered her gaze. She then looked up at the deep starry sky and spoke softly.
"That world is not much different from here. Perhaps it's even worse …"
Little Li's expression froze as she realized that she had said something wrong.
She could feel the melancholy in Lady Huiye's words and could not help but feel sad as she hurriedly comforted her.
"It's … It's alright. You and Lord Aizen are already here, aren't you?"
"In Little Li's eyes, you and Lord Aizen are very, very amazing people. The two of you have saved the people of our country and everyone is praising your achievements."
Huiye lowered her gaze as she looked at Little Li who was hurriedly waving her hand and could not wait to explain everything to her.
"Little Li, don't you think that we, who brought war to this country, are more like sinners …"
Hearing her words, Little Li's pupils shrunk as she hurriedly explained.
"How is that possible!!"
"Lady Huiye, how could you have such thoughts!?"
Huiye slowly lowered her head as she stared blankly at the floor in front of her. Her silver-white hair scattered on the floor under the starlight as she gently clasped her hands together and spoke softly.
"I already know the number of deaths on the battlefield recently …"
"If we hadn't come to this country, you would still be able to live like before, and not like this … Many people's peaceful lives have been shattered, and countless people have thrown themselves into the furnace of war one after another, burning until nothing is left …"
Huiye's cold voice slowly fell into the hallway. Mixed with the slightly cold starlight, it brought a trace of melancholy to the room.
Little Li was stunned by this as well, and she didn't know how to console him.
She lowered her head and clenched her fists tightly. After thinking for a moment, she resolutely raised her head and looked at the gloomy Huiye. Her clear eyes widened as she said seriously.
"But without Lord Huiye and Lord Aizen, everyone's lives would be even more difficult!"
"It is precisely because of the arrival of Lord Huiye and Lord Aizen that everyone has the hope to continue living and have the courage to resist the Vermillion Bird's tyrannical rule!"
"Even though many people died in the war, no one has ever complained about Lord Huiye and Lord Aizen!"
"Because everyone knows that if it weren't for the help of the two of you, we wouldn't even be able to dream of that beautiful life!"
"That's why Xiao Li is here to plead Lord Huiye not to think too much. No matter if it's Xiao Li or everyone else, you and Lord Aizen are incomparably important!"
Hearing Xiao Li's resolute words, Hui Ye was slightly taken aback. She looked at Xiao Li and said in a daze.
"Does Xiao Li also agree with our actions?"
In response, Little Li's big black eyes were like crescent moons as she revealed a smile. She nodded and said with a smile.
"Xiao Li has always been on Lord Huiye's side, ever since the day I met you!"
Hearing her words, Hui Ye was stunned for a moment. Then, her clear white eyes seemed to have a trace of lively light.
The corners of her bright red lips curled into a slight smile.
In an instant, the beautiful smile seemed to have melted the entire night sky.
Little Li stared blankly at the smiling Huiye. Her mind was filled with this beautiful scene as she muttered to herself.
Lord Huiye … Her smile is really beautiful …
.....
In a simple and unadorned palace hall.
"Whoosh … Whoosh …"
The door was wide open as the Wind Shadow swayed. The tall candles on both sides of the hall swayed slightly under the night wind.
On the main seat in the middle of the hall, a man was sitting in front of the table with a calm expression.
He was wearing a loose black and white kimono. His short brown hair was combed back, and a few strands of hair hung in front of his forehead. It made him give off a stable feeling mixed with some unruliness and arrogance.
The person sitting in front of him was Aizen. He held an old document in his hand and was quietly reading it. His mouth would occasionally curve into a smile as if he was speculating about something.
Behind him, a crystal clear white snake was bored to death. It drooped its head and occasionally opened its amber eyes to look at Aizen's every move.
At this time, Aizen seemed to have finished reading the document that he wanted to read and slowly closed it.
Under the illumination of the lamp on the table, a picture of a big tree could be seen on the tattered parchment paper. There were some long snakes circling around the tree, and there were some terrified little people around the tree. The words written on the parchment were messy as if it showed the nervousness of the writer.
Aizen put it aside and looked down. His white fingers tapped on the table as if he was thinking about something.
After a while, he glanced at the white snake behind him from the corner of his eye. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he chuckled.
"So, you are the key to defeating the Tree of God?"
Hearing Aizen's words, the white snake seemed to have felt some kind of malice. It quickly raised its head and looked at Aizen fearfully. Its body couldn't help but shrink back.
Aizen didn't do anything. He slowly retracted his gaze, but the smile on his face didn't disappear.
At this time.
"Pata!" "Pata!" "Pata!" ….
The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard from outside the hall.
The footsteps stopped abruptly outside the hall, and a voice came from outside.
"Master Aizen, Aizen has something to report!!"
"Come in."
Then, a middle-aged man in armor stepped into the hall. When he saw Aizen in front of him, he quickly knelt on the ground respectfully without hesitation.
At this time, compared to a month ago, Xiang Chuan had completely changed.
He used to farm in the fields all day long, facing the yellow soil and the sky. His body was dark, and his skin was rough. He looked like a walking corpse, and there was no hope in his eyes.
But now, his eyes were bright and spirited. Although his skin was still incomparably rough, coupled with the armor that was full of scars, he appeared to be tough and resilient as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life.