Yu Han'er... Yu Xian...

Jiang Caiyan drew in a deep breath and smoothed out the emotions in her heart.

From the day she had been brought to Forest City by the Azure Clan, that old woman had immediately appeared in her sight, watching her in the role of a caretaker to prevent her from escaping.

But now, she had clearly left that dangerous place. If she needed a reason... perhaps only family would cast aside the entanglements of profit.

Even so, she still found it hard to believe. How could there be such a coincidence?

Crippled Granny said Jiang Caiyan was her granddaughter simply because she could use the Blood Moon Cult's secret arts.

However, ever since Jiang Caiyan had first become aware of the world, everything she had learned had come from Black Robe. All the disciples of the Blood Moon Cult, from top to bottom, cultivated the Blood Wheel Art. It couldn't be that every single person who learned that technique had some connection to your Azure Clan, could it?

So from the very beginning, Jiang Caiyan had not believed her words. The holes were too large and hard to examine closely.

When Jiang Caiyan pressed her for details, she had also kept her mouth shut.

"My mother left me when I was still young. I don't even know who my birth father was. If you think I'm of the Azure Clan just because of the Blood Wheel Art or some traces of Blood Moon, that I'm your unspeakable daughter's... offspring, isn't that a little too absurd?"

"You also keep bringing up physique. My body does recover very quickly, but there are too many physiques in the Immortal Realm with strong recovery abilities. I even know one bastard who can't be beaten to death no matter what. Is he your biological grandson