At last, after sitting numbly amid the ruins for a long time, Wang Donger's emotions, which had been on the verge of collapse, gradually stabilized.
The cold wind swept across the devastated former site of Shrek, stirring clouds of ashes.
Wang Donger raised her red, swollen eyes. Her gaze shifted back and forth between the two men before her, her voice still hoarse and confused.
"Sect Master... and this senior. If what you said is true, and I am merely one-third of the soul of that God King's daughter in the heavens, then what exactly am I? A substitute that can be discarded at any time?"
For the moment, Wang Donger simply could not overcome the mental barrier of calling the Tang Sect Master before her—whose body appeared to be only six or seven years old—"Father."
Likewise, there was even less chance of her calling the young and handsome-looking Jiang Li beside him "Grandfather."
Neither Tang San nor Jiang Li minded this in the slightest, showing no dissatisfaction over how she addressed them.
Jiang Li stepped forward, his gaze gentle as he looked at her.
"Girl, you are yourself. Since you have already lived a life in this world and possess your own independent consciousness, emotions, memories, and joys and sorrows, then you are naturally a living, complete person."
He raised a hand slightly and stroked her blue-pink hair.
"You need not worry. Once we have dealt with the matters at hand, I will personally use the power of origin to completely mend your incomplete soul.
By then, your soul will be flawless.
Even if that hypocrite in the heavens personally intervenes, he will never again have any way to forcibly merge you back into that so-called 'Tang Wutong'!"
At those words, a faint glimmer finally lit up in Wang