Ling Mi'er was still slumped on the ground, her entire face deathly pale as its expression kept changing.
She was piecing everything together bit by bit when she suddenly thought of something else and asked, "Since this is your first time setting foot on Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family territory, why is your Heaven-Soaring Imperial Bloodline so powerful?"
The question had suddenly occurred to her, and it felt utterly strange.
Looking at Ling Mi'er, Sikong Jing pondered briefly before replying, "Because my Mother is also from the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family."
After getting to know her through their interactions, he already understood what kind of person Ling Mi'er was. He was not afraid she would reveal this matter.
Yet Ling Mi'er's face seemed to have been coated with another layer of white paint.
With Sikong Jing's words, she completely understood that the Black-Clothed Youth before her truly was not her second brother.
There was not the slightest other possibility.
Before this, Ling Mi'er had still harbored the tiniest hope—perhaps her second brother had lost his memory or something?
But that was not it at all!
At that thought, Ling Mi'er suddenly hugged her knees and buried her head deeply in them as tears streamed down without end.
Her second brother still had not returned. She still did not know where he was.
There were still no relatives by her side. As the so-called adopted daughter of the main line who had left home, she remained lonely and helpless.
Watching Ling Mi'er cry her heart out, Sikong Jing felt a faint ache in his own heart. Once again, he thought of his Mother, Ling Xiaotian. Mother had not even learned she was adopted until after fleeing to the Desolate Sea Forbidden Land.
She did not even know who her true family was...
But Mother