Heavenly Sword Peak, primeval forest.
Unlike mountains as most people imagined them, Heavenly Sword Peak rose to an almost unbelievable height.
Even the few patches of forest that hadn't been cleared were vast enough to leave countless ordinary people hopelessly lost.
Ye Ranxing had gotten lost in the forest long ago.
She was still too young. Even with the bloodline granting her a little spiritual sense, it was far too weak to help her find her way.
Fifteen minutes earlier.
The instant Ye Xiaoyao unleashed a trace of her bloodline and leaped up to catch Yangyang, Ye Ranxing had sensed something that made her heart race. Her gaze had snapped to a spot and stayed there, fixed in shock.
This was different from how she had merely guessed that Ye Qingxian might be her mother.
At that moment,
for the first time, she felt a vague sensation unlike anything she'd known before. For the first time, a powerful sixth sense stirred inside her, telling her that the person ahead had to be her real mother.
The one who had given her the greatest share of her bloodline.
The one born of the same origin as her.
The one whose very source was most like hers.
And a mother far stronger than her, with a bloodline countless times deeper.
She was also the warmth Ye Ranxing had wished for countless times in her heart.
The only true family member she had ever acknowledged.
The first time Ye Ranxing caught that scent, her heart began to pulse beyond her control. She reached out with her little hand, grasping at the air ahead as if trying to hold on to a loved one who might vanish at any moment. Yet she could only watch helplessly as the scent grew fainter and fainter, until