Chapter Sixty-Three: The Truth

Han Lu was an ancient divine weapon, imbued with spirit and power, capable of protecting Wu Yuemei. After hearing Yu Qing's explanation, Bai Heng did not stop him, considering their brotherly bond. He let Yu Qing go.

But in the end, Wu Yuemei still died, sacrificing herself for her people. After her death, Han Lu returned to Yu Qing's hands. As he tightly gripped it, the scene of Wu Yuemei's final moments flashed in his mind. Her last words were, "Take care of our daughter!" and, "Promise me, do not start a war with the demon realm because of me. War will inevitably bring destruction to all beings. I don't want more people to be involved in the affairs of the Mei tribe. I deserve to die and do not want to drag you and our child down with me."

Yu Qing, in despair, agreed and painfully ordered the demon realm to cease all contact with the demon realm.

The last time Bai Heng saw Yu Qing was in the demon realm. There was an internal strife, and the fox tribe was ambushed. Upon hearing the news, Bai Heng rushed to help Yu Qing but arrived too late. By the time he got there, Yu Qing was already poisoned, the toxins having reached his heart, making it impossible to save him.

Yu Qing struggled to stand and, in agony, begged Bai Heng to kill him and end his suffering.

"So you killed him! You killed your own brother!"

Zisang, who had been staring at the ground, slowly lifted her gaze to Bai Di, looking at him in disbelief.

Bai Di sighed heavily, his brows furrowed deeply. He naturally didn't want to, but at that moment, he had no choice. They both understood that anyone in that situation would find it hard to make a different decision. It was clear that Bai Di had to be extremely ruthless with himself to kill his own brother.

"Then why didn't you say anything that day? If you had said something, maybe..."

"Maybe what? Given your state at the time, would you have listened to anything I said?"

"You and your father are both so stubborn!"

These words made Zisang smile. Indeed, throughout her life, people had always told her that her temper was as stubborn as her father's. But she never saw it that way; she always thought her father was even more stubborn, the kind who wouldn't be moved by ten oxen. Over time, she realized it was true. She and her father were cut from the same cloth.

Zisang reined in her smile and said softly, "Then... my mother left the demon realm for my father's sake, didn't she?"

"Perhaps."

"Of course! My parents loved each other deeply!"

Like a child insisting on winning an argument.

Now that the truth was out, Zisang finally reconciled with Bai Di. Bai Di sat for a while longer before saying he had to leave to deliver the good news to Danjun. Hearing Danjun's name, the smile on Zisang's face faded, and her dark eyes lowered.

"Danjun, she..."

"She's fine! She lost some blood, but after resting for a few days, she'll be okay. Don't worry."

Zisang felt guilty for hurting Danjun and couldn't even utter a word of concern. Fortunately, Bai Di understood her feelings and reassured her before she could say anything.

Zisang couldn't remember the exact details of that moment. Her mind was hazy as she watched the crimson blood flow from Danjun, her body collapsing weakly. Initially, Zisang had aimed for Bai Di's heart. Although Danjun had blocked the blow for Bai Di, she wasn't as tall as Bai Di. Bai Di's heart was at the same level as Danjun's shoulder. Besides, when Zisang noticed Danjun approaching, she had already lessened the force of her strike considerably.