Xie Tian was unsure how to respond to the woman.
The bonds between Shen Wushuang and his son were already so numerous that even someone as perceptive as Xie Tian had to steady his mind to distinguish them.
And now, he was facing the third member of Shen Wushuang's family.
Perhaps also the most terrifying one.
"At least still alive."
After a brief contemplation, Xie Tian gave the most precise answer to the woman.
His reasoning was not out of fear but because he regarded the woman not as the heir of the Evil Emperor but as the mother of a deity.
"At least still alive..."
As she repeated those five words, her expression shifted between worry and relief.
"Alive is enough, isn't it..." She smiled gently at Xie Tian and said, "Thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for letting me feel Ming'er's presence. You don't know how much I miss him..." she murmured absentmindedly before a hint of apology appeared in her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Why apologize?"
