King of Han.
The moment Zhu Qianyun heard these two words, rage surged in her chest, but she calmed down just as quickly—there was no need for Ma Chenglong beside her to remind her of the biggest problem at hand.
The Golden Snake Lady was not to be trusted.
While Zhu Qianyun might not be as cunning and treacherous as Zhou Li, or as sly and devious as Tang Wan, she was an intelligent girl and a warrior with a determined mind. She knew she couldn't start doubting her own father just because of the words of an enemy from the Demon Race.
Even if there were doubts, it was not a reason for her to be suspicious.
Once she had calmed down, Zhu Qianyun fixed her gaze on the Golden Snake Lady not far away. She also understood that if the Golden Snake Lady could make such outrageous claims, it meant she must have something to rely on—at least, she believed she could convince herself.
"Zhu Qianyun, do you know your own identity?"
