Once Huang Ying had left, confirming that she could no longer hear their conversation,
Liang Hui's face took on a serious expression.
"Madam Huang, I have met a woman whose aura was extremely similar to yours, and who also bore the surname Huang."
A look of wariness flashed through the beautiful woman's eyes, but considering the boy's strength, whatever wariness she had instantly vanished without a trace.
She probed tentatively, "What are you trying to say?"
Liang Hui did not respond but began speaking on his own, "Nourishing the magic seed with the soul of the dead, giving birth to the Divine Fetus."
In that moment, Madam Huang could no longer hide the shock in her expression.
"Are you still yourself? Or should I say, are you still Huang Ying's mother?" That was what Liang Hui truly cared about.
To the young man's question, the beautiful woman did not hesitate for even a moment.
"I am!"
