They had always been taught that those of sinful blood were heinous criminals. Now that the truth lay before them, they found it hard to accept, yet had no choice but to believe it. If Ancestor Hongjun had not projected those scenes from the old battlefield today, they might have continued passing down this mistaken belief and harming the descendants of heroes.
"Master, I don't understand. Why did we later become sinners?" Little One raised his childish face, his clear, round eyes fixed on Jiang Han, brimming with confusion and incomprehension. His small mind still could not fully grasp the complexity and darkness of it all.
Jiang Han gently pinched Little One's cheek, his gesture tender yet expectant. With a wave of his hand, two more scenes slowly unfolded across the heavens, laying that deliberately concealed history bare before everyone.
The first scene.
Deep within the Jin Family's cave abode, all was quiet and luxurious, with a faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air.
"The Stone Clan's king died in defeat on the battlefield. Father, now is the best chance for us to replace them!" A woman stood respectfully beside a middle-aged man. She was beautiful, yet her eyes glittered with ambition and calculation beyond her years. With her head slightly lowered, she spoke with a trace of barely concealed excitement. Looking closely, this woman was none other than the young Jin Taijun.
"How do we replace them?" The middle-aged man sat on an ancient jade chair, his tone calm as though discussing some trifling matter, though a glint of greed flashed in his eyes.
"In that battle, you were the only one who survived. Isn't the truth of what happened entirely yours to fabricate?" Jin Taijun raised her head, a crafty gleam flickering in her eyes. "Besides, although