In the end, Ximen Ren had been reduced to a grotesque mess. His spiritual veins had ruptured, and demonic qi seeped into the air, fully exposing his true nature.
Unsurprisingly, as his life force ebbed away, his body began to change. His demonic cultivation instinctively went to work, desperately trying to keep him alive.
Now, all the lies, all the pretense, and the mask he had carefully maintained to hide his true nature had been stripped away.
Everyone now knew that everything Song Wan had said just moments ago was true.
Ximen Hong looked at his second son. Even though Ximen Ren had been born to a concubine, he still felt conflicted.
He had never loved Ximen Ren's mother as deeply as he had loved his main wife, Ximen Hao's mother.
But a father was still a father.
Before Ximen Hao had turned over a new leaf, Ximen Hong had even considered naming Ximen Ren as his heir because the boy had seemed to embody everything he had wished Ximen Hao would become.
