Mother

"My mother?"

Hearing what Fang Qian said, Fang Xingjian felt as if there were flames burning in his chest. He glared at Fang Qian and said, "Speak up."

"Your mother was a rare talented genius. You probably inherited your talent from her." Fang Qian spoke with indifference, "Then do you know that when your mother gave birth to you, she had already reached the Divine level?"

"Divine level?" Fang Xingjian was slightly stunned, and he stared at Fang Qian while saying, "That's impossible. If she was at the Divine level, then there's no way that she would have been beaten to death by that old lady, Li Shuanghua."

"It's because she was seriously injured. When she came to Fang Clan, she was already suffering from serious injuries." Fang Qian face was filled with a sneer. "After that old lady, Li Shuanghua, killed your mother, she kept her corpse."

"That's impossible. My mother's ashes are placed in Fang Clan's ancestral hall."