Wei Ziyi spoke these words in a tone of detached indifference.
Yet, the information conveyed in her speech was indeed quite startling.
Su Mo remained silent, as if none of this had come as a surprise to him, while Yang Xiaoyun stood agape:
"So, you're saying that City Lord Hua... is your mother?"
"Yep, by birth."
Wei Ziyi cracked a smile: "But, I'm actually not very familiar with her. After all, I was sent to Lengyue Palace very early on, and over the years I've hardly seen her a few times. And every time I did see her..."
As she reached this point, the feigned carelessness on her face involuntarily faded, replaced by a soft voice: "Every time I saw her, she seemed to have grown more solemn.
"I wonder what aged her more, the passing years or the Jianghu..."
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Outside Luoxia City, a group of people were hurrying along.
Among them, two people were supporting an old man with white hair and a youthful face, while two others were carrying a corpse.