Hua Ying had looked especially like Kesha when she was young. Not only in appearance, but in personality as well. She normally did not talk much, and she never bothered involving herself in things that did not interest her.
What she loved most was studying knowledge with her master. She enjoyed the process of turning incredible theories into practical applications.
Aside from Yan and Leng, her two close friends in Angel City, her master and mother held an enormous place in Hua Ying's heart.
Her master, He Xi, was knowledgeable and experienced, capable of nearly anything and proficient in nearly everything. Hua Ying was filled with nothing but admiration for her.
Though her mother Kesha was strict, Hua Ying knew that she loved her more than anyone else, just as Hua Ying loved her.
But... her father?
The word was unfamiliar to Hua Ying. The image she had of him in her heart had been pieced together bit by bit from what others told her.
Some came from her mother, some from her master, some from her grandmother, and some from older-generation angels.
Everyone had a different opinion of him, which directly led to many differing versions of the legends surrounding him. Her image of him had changed again and again as well.
She knew her father was still alive, yet she had never met him in over three thousand years. He had abandoned her mother and vanished somewhere unknown. Didn't he miss her mother? Didn't he... ever think of her, his daughter?
Yan's words sent ripples across Hua Ying's once-still heart. As her thoughts churned, she did not even know what expression she should use to respond to Yan.
"Hua Ying's father? Wouldn't that be Queen Kesha's male god, Third Prince Hua Zhen from the Old Tiangong Era?!"
Leng