The more she spoke, the more countless memories of being bullied—even humiliated—in childhood surfaced. Countless memories from the Crescent Moon Lineage, and scene after scene of her birth father and the others being killed, all came flooding back.
And there was also the sight of her son standing alone, watching them leave.
These were all memories Ling Xiaotian never wanted to touch again—too painful, too helpless.
"Ha ha ha..."
Suddenly, Ling Dongwei could not help but burst into loud laughter. "What a fine vow to fight to the death. With your son?"
At this point...
Ling Dongwei looked again at Sikong Jing and sneered viciously, "Congratulations. You found your father and mother..."
"But if you wanted to see your father and mother, why go to all this trouble? You only had to tell me, and I would have sent you here."
"You took so many detours, yet in the end, you still ended up trapped here."
At this moment, Ling Dongwei no longer showed any of his earlier rage. There was only a stream of cold sneers.
He continued, "A-Jing, after taking so many detours, all you accomplished was seeing your father and mother once. That truly was not advisable. You really should have come straight to me—I really would have brought you in."
His meaning was obvious: after all those twists and turns, did you not still end up with a dead end?
If Sikong Jing had gone directly to him, Ling Dongwei truly would have brought him into the void-rift world. But that would only have been after digging out his Imperial Bloodline and the like, turning Sikong Jing into a vessel like Sikong Ding.
Then he would have thrown him in here, letting the family reunite.
In response, Sikong Jing calmly said, "A detour? I killed Ling