An Ning walked through the starry sky of the Three Thousand Dao Realms, her eyes unfocused, her thoughts drifting somewhere far away.
Demoness Ji's words lingered in her mind, refusing to fade. They left her flustered and unsettled, making her lash out and lose control without realizing it.
"Why do I feel so repulsed by this?"
An Ning murmured to herself. She didn't understand what fatherly love was, or what motherly love meant. Those words felt distant to her; she had never known either.
From the moment she could remember, she had been alone, living by herself in an era. It was the Venerable Lord who found her, took her away, and raised her.
Along the way, she had no friends. Whenever she went to the eras of the past, it was to temper herself. She fought her way through one era after another, leaving behind nothing but countless bloody legends.
Besides the Venerable Lord, the second person closest to her was Dao Wushuang.
When they first met, Dao Wushuang had been exceptionally warm and friendly toward her. He gave her many rare and unusual treasures, then stroked her head and told her that with him there, no one could ever hurt her.
Dao Wushuang was her senior brother, truly like an older brother to her. He had given her much warmth and happiness.
Once, she had even thought she would be happier following Dao Wushuang than the Venerable Lord, and wanted to leave with him.
But after that, Dao Wushuang rarely appeared, and the Venerable Lord seldom agreed to let them meet.
It wasn't until she had passed the trials set by the Venerable Lord and broken through to Hegemon Grade that she saw Dao Wushuang again.
An Ning still remembered the look on Dao Wushuang's face when he