No wonder... no wonder she had secretly built her own power outside.
Waning Moon Divination, Blood Moon Valley... these were her final trump cards for escape.
Zhai Xiaoshan had lied from beginning to end, deceiving her by saying Yu Han'er had wanted to take her away, but she had refused, and in the end, the Azure Clan had drained her bloodline dry.
She wanted to use that guilt to make her believe, make her submit, and ultimately achieve the goal of deceiving her out of her bloodline.
"This isn't your fault!"
"Everyone longs for family affection. I'm the same..." Black Robe reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, intending to comfort her, but she unexpectedly shook his hand off.
Black Robe's arm hung suspended for a long while before he finally lowered it.
It was understandable that she refused to accept it.
The scene flickered, and they had already left the Northern Continent. A horse-drawn carriage rolled through the sunset.
The road was long. Some people walked it for decades, while others needed only a single day.
The distance had not changed, but only those who had walked the road from bitterness to sweetness knew what it was like.
It was a brief time of having little, yet no regrets.
In an open mountain forest on the Western Continent, the two of them built a small house, followed by a palace. A cluster of palaces rose from the ground.
The Blood Moon Cult appeared!!
Back then, the Blood Moon Cult had no disciples. To pass the time, Yu Han'er began refining Blood Corpses.
The Blood Corpses of that time still possessed a measure of intelligence. Though ugly in appearance, they were gentle by nature and served as the sect's disciples.
But Blood Corpses that refused to behave often