Irene's sigh echoed through the air as she pointed towards the foreboding dark mist that hovered near the ancient tree.
"Who do you think possesses the capability to abduct your daughter right before her very eyes, without her even flinching?"
Irene's voice held a tone of knowingness, a deep understanding of Nyx that surpassed Xia Shuiyao's comprehension.
Nyx was always unyielding and focused when it came to Xia Tian's tasks, and there was no way she would remain this calm if Xia Rouyan had truly been taken.
Unbeknownst to Xia Shuiyao, Irene had already received information regarding Xia Rouyan's location.
Her gaze shifted towards the dark mist, a mixture of surprise and realization illuminating Xia Shuiyao's face. "You mean..." Xia Shuiyao's voice trailed off, a sense of melancholy enveloping her.
Memories of her rebellion against Xia Tian and the torment he had inflicted upon her resurfaced, stirring a tempest of emotions within her.
