"Zhu Zhuqing?"
"Her Martial Soul took the form of a black cat..."
Song Ye looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was only nine years old yet already fairly well-developed, and asked calmly,
"You're from the Zhu Family, the noble family married into the Star Luo Empire's imperial Dai Clan, right?"
"I heard the Zhu Family and the imperial Dai Clan had always made every generation compete and slaughter one another."
"So those people who came after you just now were sent by your sister?"
"How did you know?" Zhu Zhuqing was greatly surprised by his words.
She was not surprised by Song Ye's analysis, but by how well he understood the Star Luo Empire's imperial succession conflicts.
Such matters were utterly inaccessible to ordinary people, at the very least.
Song Ye replied casually, "For people with connections, these things aren't hard to learn."
"Judging from how you were being hunted down, you probably weren't favored in your family either. Your future likely ends with failure and a miserable death."
As he spoke, he even waved a hand, as though he found it somewhat distasteful.
But hearing those words as a girl of only nine, Zhu Zhuqing felt deeply upset, and unwilling to accept them.
Of course she knew her fate and understood what her future would bring.
That was why she had always wanted to cultivate and grow stronger, hoping that one day she would be able to protect herself.
Now that Song Ye had put it this way, even though he was her savior, she still felt extremely uncomfortable.
Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly. "I... I'll work hard!"
"Is this the kind of thing hard work can accomplish?"
Song Ye chuckled. "You should be the younger one. No matter how gifted you are, you can't overcome the gap in age!"
"Before