Little Desolate Region.
The double pupils turned.
The flickering spiritual aura between heaven and earth gradually faded, while the scene before them swiftly pulled away.
The tall figure in black robes took a slight step, then began to stroll at an unhurried pace, as though wandering through a courtyard.
Only once the light and shadows had completely stabilized did she stop.
She pondered for a long while.
Who knew how much time had passed.
She raised her head.
Dusk. Dusk had arrived.
Turning back to the tall figure standing beside her, Tu Shan Jinghong suddenly laughed.
In truth, she did not need to be so shocked.
There had long been signs of this; it was merely that Tu Shan Jun's radiance had been too dazzling, leaving her never to consider the question of her father's identity.
Now she knew.
Now she understood.
So what?
He was still the same person.
And because he was the Main Soul of the soul banner, he would, in a roundabout way, not die in some ordinary conflict.
That gave her even less reason to worry.
"No wonder." Tu Shan Jinghong let out a long breath. The surprise on her face gradually faded, leaving behind only a sigh at the fickleness of fate.
Of course she was shocked.
No one would not be shocked by this.
It was as though she had never truly understood her father.
The Tu Shan Jun in her eyes had been towering, lofty, proud, and silent.
It seemed that no matter what happened, as long as she heard that ethereal voice tinged with hoarseness, she would no longer feel afraid.
Yet she had never expected it.
That such a person had once also been an ordinary young man, capable of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
Only after enduring countless trials