There was a shrill noise and the three of them looked up to see a black grey Mist. It had the shape of a young child as it clung to Luo Mingzhu's neck.
Gu Yuze looked at the child and could not help but sigh. From beginning to end, he had felt the malice from the child, the resentment it felt towards its mother and its sibling.
Could he blame it? When he was little and learnt the story of his mother's death, he felt resentful.
Everyone had begged her. The Qing family has pleaded, threatened, done everything to change her mind but she has still insisted on carrying Gu Yuze to term even though she knew she would die.
Gu Yuze was left motherless, with a father who had stopped cultivating and fully entered politics to better protect him, a Qing family that despised him, a Gu family that would rather pretend he did not exist and children who avoided him. After all the Xuanshi Star preserves its glory by ripping in from others.
Everyone close to him would die.
