She spread her wings, gently ruffled Su He's hair, and whispered, "Her name is Li! Yun Li!"
After a pause, she added, "Your mother—though I don't know if you recognize her as such, but by bloodline, she is. In thirty years, it will be the third anniversary of her death. Will you go?"
One anniversary is ten thousand and eight hundred years. Divine God Beasts live long; ten thousand years is but a cycle. The anniversary is only carried out every cycle.
Su He nodded, "I'll go!"
By condensing a second body from her essence blood, one inherits a share of causality. Leaving aside whether revenge was needed or not, if one did not even attend the anniversary, it would indeed be inexcusable.
"Good child!" Feng Si stroked Su He's head and looked toward the southwest, lost in a distant gaze.
