Yet no matter what, Huo Yuhao would never have imagined that his mother had indeed died, but she had not truly left her child.
At the very moment Huo Yun'er's life force completely faded, her soul did not return to heaven and earth like that of an ordinary deceased person. Instead, it was instantly locked onto by a mysterious power that transcended the laws of the plane.
That familiar soul seemed to be seized by an invisible hand, silently pulled free from this world, and vanished without a trace.
No one noticed. No one knew. And this was precisely the first step in the true beginning of every conspiracy.
This was no coincidence, nor was it an accident. It was a scheme personally set in motion by a God King, quietly carried out through the will of the world.
Huo Yun'er was merely the first chess piece sacrificed in this game.
No one knew how long had passed before Huo Yuhao finally slowly awoke from his coma.
The room was still cold, and the mother in his arms had long since lost her final trace of warmth.
He did not cry, nor did he make a fuss.
He merely silently carried his mother's frail body on his back and, step by step, left the White Tiger Duke Mansion.
Perhaps they considered the dead unlucky and did not wish to invite trouble.
Or perhaps a trace of compassion still remained in the hearts of a few.
Along the way, not a single guard, servant, or laborer in the mansion stopped him. No one insulted the frail boy again.
Huo Yuhao went alone to a desolate patch of open ground outside the city.
Without a shovel or any tools, he used his bare hands to scrape away the hard earth bit