Spirit Vessel

The young lord didn’t say anything. His eyes became unreadable and profound; who knows what he was thinking?

Feiyun continued: “Do you happen to remember Supreme Wu’s servant, Yu Lao? A lovable and innocent girl who once cultivated Buddhism in Beastmaster Camp?”

The experts in the distance became confused since they didn’t know what Feiyun was referring to. What did this girl have to do with anything?

Why would these two experts care about a lowly servant?

Wu Qinghua bit her lips and knew what he wanted to say. She wanted to stop him since this could hurt her sect’s reputation. However, he glared and told her to back off.

“Sister Wu, don’t worry, my Big Bro knows what he’s doing.” Little Demoness acted like an adult with a sincere gaze.

She pulled Wu Qinghua’s hand and consoled her as if she had experienced more of life than Qinghua and have become enlightened.

Wu Qinghua had an unnatural expression. Though Feng Feiyun’s eyes weren’t cold earlier, she was still afraid. How could she back off before Devil Feng?

Am I afraid of him?

“Yu Lao.” The young lord murmured her name.

Feiyun nodded and smiled: “Yes, her, the mother of your child. Unfortunately... both of them are dead now, victims to a forbidden art of Senluo Temple crossing through the spatial fabrics. One corpse, two lives, how pitiful. The girl was still in love, waiting for him to come back. And the child, dying before it could see this world. Can anything be more tragic?”

Feiyun still had a smile on his face but the young lord’s eyes became serious. Evil draconic auras emanated.