In the depths of the demon grotto under the water.
Facing the rage of Song Hengjiang, Zhuang Gaoxian remained silent for a long time.
After a long while, he said, "She has already become a demon, hasn't she? As a member of the Water Race, she has passed away. What you're nurturing here isn't her, but a demon."
At this moment, a great weight seemed to lift from Song Hengjiang's heart.
No matter how cold and ruthless Gao Xian was, no matter how cunning as an emperor he could be, in the end, Wanxi was his biological grandmother. The blood ties of kinship could not be severed. He thought.
"The Monarch need not acknowledge her, and neither does Zhuang Ting."
The aged Qing River Lord, his wrinkles deep and his body hunched, said, "She is nothing more than my sister, Song Hengjiang's sister."
