Chu Jing remained expressionless, her hands never ceasing their work.
She said coolly, "You're still not behaving. I can't release you."
She knew full well that his demonic nature hadn't faded. The restless power within him was in constant turmoil.
He had once woken from a nightmare in the middle of the night, growling an ancient Spell, his eyes as red as blood.
If she let him go, the consequences would be unthinkable. The price would be steep, affecting not only him but the peace of the entire world.
The Demon Pill, however, deliberately put on a cute and pitiful act.
He hung his head, his eyes rimmed with red. His shoulders trembled slightly as he whimpered, "I've listened to you. I haven't gone anywhere, and I even helped you save people... Why won't you trust me?"
"Can you really bear to keep me imprisoned like this?"
Her heart softened, and she ultimately gave in to pity.
