An Ning's pupils contracted sharply. Her gaze trembled as she looked up at Dao Wushuang in disbelief.
"This time, Senior Brother will give you the answer. You truly are their daughter. You were born in this era, forcibly taken away by Master, your past memories sealed away, and then sent back to a bygone age to cultivate after your bloodline was awakened."
Dao Wushuang no longer hid the truth. He rubbed An Ning's head, his heart aching deeply for his Junior Sister.
She had never truly wanted to become the person she was now. It seemed as though she had been trying to imitate Master, but in truth, she was merely a puppet on strings, unable to control herself. It was the Venerable Lord who had wanted her to imitate him.
"He and she... really are..."
It had only been a guess before, but now it had been confirmed. Dao Wushuang's words instantly drained all strength from An Ning's body. She staggered backward, her red lips trembling. Thinking of what she had done during this time, an overwhelming wave of regret surged into her heart.
She had not only wanted to strike her mother, but also suppress her father?
Looking across all ages, was there really a descendant like her?
An Ning felt so ashamed she wished she could burrow into the ground. She had never regretted anything she had done before, but now she regretted it—bitterly!
Fortunately, she had not committed some irreparable mistake. She had not truly done anything to Hua Yunfei, Duanmu Qingyue, or those around them. Otherwise, she truly would not know how to face them.
"An Ning, I'm sorry. Senior Brother only told you the truth now." Seeing An Ning like this, Dao Wushuang's heart ached.
He knew full well that his Junior Sister had