"Difference? Exception? Hahaha, hahahahaha—"
Wen Su bared her teeth, her smile steeped in bloodlust, so vicious. "You're still this naive, Sister. Are you really any different from me?
From the moment we were born, it was already decided. 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 hummed as crystals spread, yet they 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, both pitying and cold. "It's already been chosen, Sister. The new seed..."
In that instant, Wen Wen froze where she stood.
As though struck by lightning.
She even forgot to push Dragonfire forward that final inch.
She stared at that twisted face in disbelief.
"Do you finally understand? Heh, you didn't think this Spirit Plague was my masterpiece, did you?"
Wen Su chuckled hoarsely. "Ah, I did fan the flames a little, and I prepared a small surprise for you while I was at it. But when it comes down to it... the void of the Abyss, the distortion of the Usurper, the filth of Corruption, and the temptations of Huaxu and Yellow Millet—where did they all 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 scarlet as she flatly denied it. "Back then, I personally—"
"Father is still here. So what if you killed him with your own hands?"
Wen Su coughed and choked, then threw her head back