Gong San's jaw nearly hit the floor.
"I never knew you could be this shameless."
Gong Qi ignored all the complaints from the outside world.
What a joke. Her life was on the line—who still cared about such things?
Most importantly, her mother was her real mother. No matter how much they fussed, she would not truly take her life.
Gong Qi had quite the rosy picture in mind.
She believed she understood Gong Shaojun's temperament somewhat, thinking Gong Shaojun was the typical sort for whom even a fierce tiger would not devour its cubs.
Otherwise, she would not have established such harsh rules back then, all to prevent her descendants from fighting for power and slaughtering one another.
Unfortunately, Gong Qi was still a little too naive.
That cry of "Mother" did not earn her care from her birth mother, but a savage beating.
When a mother wanted to beat her daughter, she truly did not need to look for an opportunity. She only had to raise her hand.
The moment Gong Qi finished speaking, the world above her head flipped upside down, and she was flung toward the wall.
Bang!
A muffled crash rang out. Gong Qi saw a flash of sword light, every hair on her body standing on end as she instinctively drew the Emperor Phoenix Sword in her hand.
Myriad Swords Return to Soul!
Tens of thousands of sword intents gathered in the void. Controlled by the Emperor Phoenix Sword, they streaked through every direction.
In what was almost an instant, a sword cry rang out.
All those sword intents charged toward Gong Shaojun.
Gong Shaojun's eyes shifted as she watched the countless sword intents rushing at her.
Originally, she had not cared much when Gong Qi claimed to be her daughter.
So what if