"After that—your father—did that to Bibi Dong—"
The training ground fell deathly silent.
Qian Renxue's body trembled violently. The waterskin in her hand fell to the ground with a slap, spilling water everywhere, but she did not notice at all.
So that was how it was.
No wonder Bibi Dong had always looked at her with such hatred.
No wonder that woman had never given her a hug or a word of concern throughout her childhood.
No wonder Bibi Dong wore that nearly crazed expression whenever the word "mother" was mentioned.
Because Qian Renxue's birth was proof of a sin. It was the result of her father's brutality and the source of Bibi Dong's lifelong suffering.
Qian Renxue closed her eyes, her nails digging deeply into her palms.
For a moment, she had almost felt sorry for Bibi Dong. She had almost understood that twisted hatred.
But the next moment—
Jiang Bai's face surfaced in her mind.
All her sympathy and understanding vanished in an instant.
Qian Renxue abruptly opened her eyes. Nothing remained in her violet eyes but icy killing intent.
As Jiang Bai had once said, if you were born but not raised, severing a finger could repay the debt; if you were not born but raised, even a hundred lifetimes could never repay it!
Bibi Dong had given birth to her, yet she had never fulfilled her duties as a mother for even a single day. Instead, she had heaped all her hatred for Qian Renxue's father onto her, tormenting her, using her, and even killing the person she loved most.
She owed Bibi Dong nothing.
Not a single thing.
Bibi Dong—one day, I will kill you with my own hands. I will use your head as an offering to Jiang Bai.
She took several deep breaths