“Father, do you still remember how mother died?”

The girl in red’s cold and lonely voice rang out in the cemetery, seemingly accompanied by a chill that made the entire place grow even colder.

King Wu was first stunned by these words. His face rippled slightly before he forced a smile and said, “Wu Yao, it’s been so many years already. Why are you bringing this up?

“You should understand that it was an accident. It was not my intention.”

A sliver of cloudiness seemed to flit across his eyes.

Wu Yao was expressionless. Not even a single ripple could be seen in her eyes as she said, “All those years ago, did father plan on removing the sacred dragon blessing from my body and handing it over to Wu Huang?”

King Wu’s expression turned even more unnatural. Wu Yao had seemed incapable of awakening the sacred dragon blessing back then, which was extremely wasteful in...