The marble floor of the Fire Wind Sect's grand hall was stained with blossoms of dark blood.
The parents, once proud paragons of the Fire Wind Sect, now lay broken under the crushing weight of Qing'er's aura and truth they couldn't deny.
The spiritual pressure emitting from Qing'er was so dense it felt as if the atmosphere had turned to lead, pinning them to the cold stone.
They coughed up mouthfuls of blood, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the suffocating shroud of shame and guilt that Haoran's words had draped over their souls.
Every syllable Haoran uttered struck like a divine gavel. It was the truth, unvarnished and cruel.
Even Chu Xueyu, the woman the world whispered of as the "Ruthless Empress," a being known for massacring entire species to the point of extinction and painting the stars red with the blood of her enemies, had never once thought of abandoning or forgetting her own son.
