The questions Gao Yu Yan raised were also what Wu Hen wanted to know deep down.
But when she spoke them, they carried more power—a force not derived from any destructive energy of the universe, but simply from the most genuine human emotions.
It was evident that Gao Yu Yan shared the same beliefs as him.
Her true anguish wasn't about being deceived by high-dimensional life or tormented by otherworldly horror; her deepest pain was the possibility that the emotions she steadfastly believed in were also fabricated. Her brother didn't belong to this world, their kinship was carefully orchestrated, and she wasn't truly his sister—just a pet kept at this lower dimension.
Gao Huan's expression was extremely gloomy, the aura of superiority he previously displayed had vanished.
On one hand, he felt the terrifying pressure of the Black Divine Death Sword, knowing his life was not long for this world. On the other hand, Gao Yu Yan's questioning also touched his soul.
He fell silent.
