Deep Hatred

"What happened after that?" Beiting Huang took a deep breath. The parents of this body were also her parents. It was related to her background, so she couldn't ignore it. "The news I've been getting is that they're all dead. I don't believe they're all dead. Do you know where they went?"

Yan Ye's loving gaze locked onto Beiting Huang. Seeing her sad made his heart ache a hundred times. He raised his hand and slowly stroked Beiting Huang's forehead, wanting to calm her down. "I only know a little about many things. At that time, I had only descended for a few years. I only heard that they were hunted down by a few large factions. Later, they disappeared, and no one knew where they went. According to my investigation later, they didn't die. They just weren't in this plane anymore."