An old man sat in the great hall. He was Taiheng's master.
"Master, I've always respected you. Why—why did you lie to me? Why? That whole thing about suppressing my cultivation to become the strongest Spirit Transformation cultivator was a lie, wasn't it?"
"Tell me!"
Taiheng looked up at the old man seated high above him. Through gritted teeth, he asked each word slowly.
"Taiheng, your aura is unstable. Go back and get it under control first."
Seeing Taiheng in this state, the old man scolded him sharply.
"Master, tell me. Why did you lie to me? What about my daughter with Xiyue? Where is she?"
With every step Taiheng took, his aura grew stronger. He was already on the verge of breaking down.
Now he understood. That girl was the daughter he had with Xiyue.
She was his daughter.
"Master, tell me. Tell me!"
Seeing Taiheng like this, the old man above sighed softly. Then he took an envelope from his robes and casually flicked it toward Taiheng.
A few words were written on its surface.
For Taiheng, to be opened by him alone.
Seeing the four large characters on the envelope, and catching its familiar scent, Taiheng's eyes filled with scalding tears. His trembling hands took the envelope.
With painstaking care, he opened it little by little, took out the letter, and slowly unfolded it.
"Taiheng, by the time you see this letter, you must have come out of seclusion, right? I can't write too much in this letter. Taiheng, I gave birth to a little princess for you! You have to take good care of her from now on. It's a shame I won't be able to watch her grow up. Taiheng, I love you."
"Having to see you only once every ten years has been so