His gaze followed the black line across the void, and a scene appeared before Huang Tian's eyes:
Inside a private garden villa, an elegant woman sat on a pale sofa. She wore a dark green velvet gown and a sapphire necklace whose stone flashed with dazzling fire. She looked every inch the grand lady, except that her eyes now held a chilling indifference.
"So Huang Zhengyuan really does have an old flame and a bastard child?" she asked coldly, looking at the capable man in a black suit who stood before her with his back slightly bent.
"Yes, madam," the man said carefully. "Mr. Huang... more than twenty years ago, before he met you, he was involved with a woman named Yang Ya. She became pregnant before they married, but before the child was born, Mr. Huang..."
"Abandoned her and their child to marry into my family." The woman—Huang Zhengyuan's current wife, Wei Ming'an—gave a smile whose meaning was hard to read.
"Yes." Hearing her low laugh, the man bowed even deeper. "But last month, Yang Ya was suddenly in a car accident. She died before anyone could even try to save her."
"She deserved to die." Wei Ming'an remained unmoved. "Where's her little bastard now?"
The man replied, "Her son is named Huang Tian. He's twenty-two, a fourth-year student in the Roya Language Department at Fuwen University in Long'an City, and unmarried. He probably hasn't had any contact with cultivation. He's an ordinary person... Er, Mr. Huang doesn't seem to have acknowledged him before this. Huang Tian doesn't know who his father is, either. He thinks his birth father died long ago."
Wei Ming'an's gaze grew colder. "Huang Zhengyuan. Hah. It isn't that he didn't want to acknowledge his bastard. He was hesitating. For decades, he must have been