As Su Yi knew, there were indeed many secret arts in this world that could seal away the matter of bearing offspring during dual cultivation.
For God Lord Grade figures, doing so took no effort at all.
Yet hearing that Lu Qingmei had given birth to Lu Zhanxuan by such means still struck Su Yi as absurd.
At that moment, Lu Qingmei suddenly gave a faint sigh, turned, and walked to the edge of the cliff. Her slender figure stood there as she gazed into the night sky.
"A long time ago, all those old guys in God Domain World knew that I had personally acted and nearly caused Yi Dao Xuan's death."
Lu Qingmei spoke softly.
Her back was to Su Yi, and her voice drifted over with the wind, appearing and fading intermittently.
"I once believed I would be a heartless and faithless woman. Having cultivated the Supreme Emotionless Path, I would certainly never regret plotting against Yi Dao Xuan."
"But later, I discovered that I could not do it."
"People say that time is merciless—that it can wash away everything, and let one see through everything. Yet throughout all those long years, whenever I recalled what happened back then, regret would rise in my heart."
"Cutting it could not sever it, sorting it only made it more tangled—just like a heart demon! It bound both body and soul in shackles, leaving me unable to attain freedom even now."
"That hairpin Yi Dao Xuan gave me back then was named Freedom. He wanted me to live this life in great freedom and great carefree ease."
"Unfortunately... only afterward did I realize that he was the heart demon preventing me from ever truly being free."
Those words sounded like reflections made while reminiscing over the past, carrying sorrow, bitterness,