The camp of the gods had nearly been torn to pieces by the endless stream of human powerhouses pouring forth. In the end, if not for traitors among humanity betraying their own kind, the gods would likely have suffered a crushing defeat in the Primordial Divine War long ago, been trampled beneath humanity's feet, and watched humans follow the route by which they had arrived to find their lair and strike back at them.
"Sixteen years old—if she were a human child, Ai Mo should already be grown up." Te Ruo Mu looked at Ai Mo with affection and sighed helplessly. "But among the Ashir Clan, true mental maturity takes roughly three hundred years! Ai Mo is still a child who understands nothing! Her body is developing slowly too, but certain bastards won't care about that."
The Goddess of Fate hugged her daughter tightly, then let out a soundless sigh.
Te Ruo Mu opened his mouth. He still had much to say, but in the end, he did not speak those words. Perhaps he too felt that certain things truly could not be brought into the light, that they were too embarrassing to say aloud and would only smear the Ashir Clan's name. So he closed his mouth, gently pressed Ai Mo's shoulders, and pushed her into Lin Qi's arms.
"Alright, Your Majesty Lin Qi. From today onward, Ai Mo is entrusted to your care!" Te Ruo Mu looked at Ai Mo helplessly and gently shook his head. "Ai Mo's nature is too weak. Her mother and I are the same—we cannot protect her well, nor do we have the strength to protect her. So... from now on, she is in your hands!"
Shrugging, Te Ruo Mu gave Lin Qi a shameless grin. "If you are willing, let her become