Gao Yuhan seemed to have heard an especially amusing question and retorted, "What the Gao Family chooses to raise, what kind of family it becomes—does it need anyone else's approval?"
Gao Manqiu bit down hard on her lip. "At the very least, it needs the approval of the Gao Family."
"The Gao Family? Who, you?" Gao Yuhan's voice dripped with mockery. "You, a mere direct descendant of the Gao Family?"
Facing Gao Yuhan's questioning, Gao Manqiu calmly met his gaze. "Because I am the Gao Family's only Goddess in a thousand years!"
At the word "Goddess," the black shadow beyond the storm paused, seemingly taken aback.
The skeletons surrounding the siblings also slowed down, becoming dull and bewildered, as if they were pondering something.
But Gao Yuhan seemed to have heard something especially hilarious and burst into laughter. "Ha ha, Goddess! You're talking to me about a Goddess in this Apocalypse Era!"
Gao Manqiu watched the crazed Gao Yuhan, unable to understand why the traditions of the Yin Yang Eight Gates were so laughable in his eyes.
Gao Yuhan seemed to have laughed enough and continued, "The Gao Family served Reforging generation after generation, but what did we get in the end? To be imprisoned on this Earth, forgotten until our family was destroyed? The disaster a thousand years ago was orchestrated by the Bai Family. Why should the curse fall upon every family of the Four Side Gates? Why can the Water and Fire Tribes live in peace, hiding away in paradise and enjoying peaceful lives?"
"Reforging is fundamentally unfair!" Gao Yuhan roared, filled with resentment. "A thousand years have already passed, yet we are still barely clinging to life. What's wrong with wanting to change that? Are we supposed to wait until every family in Yin Yang Valley