"Difference? Exception. Hahaha, hahahahaha—"
Wen Su bared her teeth, her smile steeped in blood and cruelty. "You're still so naïve, Sister. Are you really any different from me?
"We were fated from the moment we were born. Holy Fool's Blood flows through us, and our souls will ultimately return beneath the Vortex. No amount of good deeds, no amount of playing house, no amount of whitewashing can change the final outcome.
"This is our nature!"
"Shut up!"
Wen Wen's face turned livid. Minerva's Spear buzzed as crystal spread outward, yet it could not tear apart that smile.
"No wonder Father was so disappointed in you. Heh, hehehe—"
Wen Su stared into her eyes, her mouth overflowing with poisonous blood, pitying yet cold. "You've already been chosen, Sister. The new seed..."
In that instant, Wen Wen froze where she stood as if struck by lightning.
She even forgot to push Dragonfire the final inch forward.
She stared at that twisted face in disbelief.
"Do you finally understand? Heh, you didn't think this Spirit Plague was my handiwork, did you?"
Wen Su chuckled hoarsely. "Ah, sure, I fanned the flames a little and prepared a small surprise for you. But when it comes down to it—where did the emptiness of the Abyss, the distortion of the Lord, the filth of Corruption, and the temptations of Huaxu and Yellow Liang come from?
"Don't you find them familiar?"
She savored Wen Wen's wavering expression before delivering the killing blow. "Fourth Brother has already been released."
"Impossible!"
Wen Wen's eyes turned crimson as she flatly refuted it. "Back then, I personally—"
"Father is still here. So what if you killed him with your own hands?"
Wen Su choked and coughed, then burst into wild laughter, rocking back and forth. "He isn't dead yet, Sister. All