A gentle, invisible force quietly enveloped Yinyue, who knelt on the ground in a daze.
It gently lifted him from the ground, making him straighten up and stand once more without realizing it.
Yinyue stood steadily in confusion, looking at the figure before him—a figure upon whom years seemed to have left not the slightest trace, yet whose aura had grown ever more profound and unfathomable. His throat tightened, and for a moment, he did not know what to say.
The decline of his clan, the despair at the front lines, the shock of seeing Su Bai...
All manner of emotions crashed against his mind like surging tides.
Su Bai looked warmly at this adopted wolf son of his. Rather than hurriedly asking about anything else, he softly spoke of the name he had long anticipated hearing:
"Yu Zhao... has passed on, hasn't she?"
Yu Zhao was Eight-Foot Madam's given name.
She had once been the graceful and striking matriarch of the Moon Wolf Tribe.
Yinyue's body trembled slightly. A trace of sorrow flashed through his eyes as he slowly nodded.
His voice was low. "Mother... was limited by her talent. Though she received Adoptive Father's aid in the past and barely advanced to the Demon General realm, she ultimately lacked the strength to continue and could not glimpse the path to becoming a Demon King."
"More than two hundred seventy years ago, her Lifespan ran out. She peacefully passed away in her meditation chamber, returning to the embrace of the Moon Wolf Ancestor."
Although the Demon Race had longer lifespans than Human Race cultivators of the same rank, they were not immortal.
Under the dual pressures of losing Su Bai as a possible source of support and the clan's ever-worsening decline, Eight-Foot Madam ultimately failed to break through to