"Bai Tiansong, Bai Tiansong—you are the head of the Bai family, yet you cannot even recognize an old friend's daughter.
"Three years ago, your Bai family committed that disgraceful deed. Did you really think it was seamless as a heavenly robe, that no one would ever discover it?"
Seeing Bai Tiansong's impatient expression, Wen Jingjing suddenly felt a ball of nameless rage rise in her heart. Terrifying cold light flickered in her delicate eyes, and such intense resentment nearly burst from her body, ready to grind the Bai family members before her to dust.
She had been the beloved daughter of Wen Zhaoran, a great Celestial Man of the age. Her family was illustrious, she had been innocent and carefree, with no worries in life and happiness throughout her household. It could be said that she had possessed everything in the world.
Yet because of that damned Bai family, that damned Sikong Xuan tomb, her entire family had been slaughtered, leaving her alone to endure a miserable life.
For three years, bone-corroding, heart-devouring hatred had haunted her like a nightmare. Faced with such hatred, how could she remain as calm as before?
"So it was you. Since you already escaped alive, why did you come back? Could it be that you still dreamed of taking revenge against my Bai family? Who would have thought that Wen Zhaoran, a hero all his life, would have such a foolish daughter?"
Wen Jingjing's words instantly revealed her identity to the Bai family: she was the orphan left behind by the extermination of the Wen family. The Bai family members' expressions grew even uglier.
Yet amid their shock, there was also surprise. Wen Jingjing's appearance had changed greatly, and even her martial arts had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Her appearance was easy enough to explain.