Northern Plains, My Sister?

Xiao Yang froze.

He stared at his father's familiar yet unfamiliar face, his mind buzzing. For a moment, he even wondered if he'd heard wrong.

A younger sister?

When had he gotten a younger sister?

The word felt so distant and unfamiliar to him.

As far back as he could remember, he had grown up alone in the Xiao Family. Later, after reuniting with his father, he had never heard him mention that he had a younger sister.

"Father, you..."

Xiao Yang parted his lips, his throat a little dry. "You just said... younger sister?"

Xiao Wuji drew his gaze from the broken sword in his hand and looked at Xiao Yang's stunned face.

The resolve and coldness in his eyes gave way to a trace of guilt and an indescribable weariness.

He let out a soft sigh. His voice no longer carried the overwhelming authority it had moments ago; instead, it held a father's tenderness and solemnity.

"That's right, Yang'er. You have a biological younger sister."

"Back then, when your mother, Ye Qingmei, was carrying you, she was actually... pregnant with twins."

The news exploded in Xiao Yang's mind like a clap of thunder!

Twins?

I have a twin sister?!

How could that be?

"Back then, your mother and I were caught up in the catastrophe at the Supreme Dao Field. We were surrounded by enemies, and the Eastern Xuan Great Emperor hated us to the core. He was determined to eliminate us."

Xiao Wuji's voice grew low, as though he were recounting a painful past.

"After your mother gave birth to you and your sister, our situation had become perilous. To preserve the Xiao Family's bloodline, and your mother's, I had no choice but to make a heartbreaking decision."

Xiao Wuji's gaze drifted toward the distant north, to