After receiving Yao Wan's wordless response, Xiao Yan could not help pressing a hand to his forehead.
He knew... of course he knew.
It was just that there was nothing he could do about it.
Back then, the Spirit Devouring Saint King's Demon Fetus had read his and Wan'er's records in the Forgotten Ruins, absorbing their information, and the body it had ultimately transformed into also possessed features shared by both him and her.
Xiao Yan did not know why he had done that. According to the man's own explanation, he had simply wanted to commemorate the two of them, existences of utmost importance to him.
Though neither Xiao Yan nor Yao Wan felt honored by that. They only felt a kind of disgust, as if they had been pirated and copied.
Fortunately, aside from the two of them, not many people had witnessed the Spirit Devouring Saint King's true appearance, sparing them the unpleasantness of rumors taking root in corners they did not notice.
But even so, it was still impossible to ensure they would be completely unaffected.
Xiao Yan himself was more or less fine with it, and he understood that the Spirit Devouring Saint King was only a knockoff and naturally had nothing to do with his own son. But clearly, he could not stop Yao Wan from forming a first impression because of it.
"...I know."
Precisely because of that, Xiao Yan, who could not very well say anything, only nodded and did not intend to deny her. Only...
"--You know. Of course I know too."
Yao Wan gently breathed out, almost like a sigh, and did not feel that she would be much more relieved after voicing her inner thoughts. After all, this was not something that could be solved with a few words of