"How exactly did my son Nao die?! Why is it that when other Children of Destiny fail, they may lose their memories, but their souls still return! Yet my son... only two soul fragments returned after his death?!"
Heinotim slowly opened his mouth to inquire.
Though his tone remained kind and gentle, every word carried a suffocating pressure. It seemed more like an interrogation than a question. Combined with his domineering presence bearing down on Mengxi, it vaguely gave one the feeling of a criminal being interrogated.
But then again, although Heinotim was smiling, there wasn't a trace of warmth in his deep green eyes.
Hearing this, a hint of gravity flashed through the depths of Mengxi's eyes.
She knew very well how protective Heinotim was...
