She sighed softly, looked at the willow leaves on her fingertips, and said something that only she could hear.

"Master, now I know why you want to let you go out of the mountain... Let me finally be willful again, if I still want to go on, then I... It has nothing to do with the demon clan anymore! ”

When she said this, she looked at the big game of chess that had come all the way, and there was a hint of determination in her eyes.

"He's right, praise the death of the great father

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