The woman carried herself with elegance and composure, yet no one had ever seen her before. At once, the people in the hall began whispering among themselves.
The hall, which had been deathly still, suddenly stirred with a hint of excitement.
Dole rummaged through his memories, but he could not for the life of him recall why this person shared a bloodline with him. Could it be that his mother had given him another younger sister, and she had come here too? That was impossible, wasn't it?
Aixi carefully sensed the bloodline within the other woman as well. As a bloodline pharmacist, her perception was even more detailed. She found it even stranger. "Dole, this woman is related to you by blood, and she even originated from you. She's already level six, nearly level seven. You have such a grown daughter?"
Dole's mouth twitched. He had been staring at the woman's face when he suddenly thought of someone.
Realization dawned on him. In an instant, he understood. He knew.
At that moment, the woman came before Dole, smiled faintly, and gracefully extended a hand. "Father Dole, may I have this dance?"
The moment those words came out, everyone around them nearly spat out their drinks, then stood there dumbfounded.
The world around them seemed to fall silent. People hurriedly moved away, afraid they might hear something they were not supposed to hear.
Dole was somewhat helpless. He casually gestured to the people around him, showing that nothing was wrong, then said irritably, "Wushu, what kind of trick are you pulling? When did you steal my genetic material?"
Upon hearing the name Wushu, the expressions of the surrounding nobles—and anyone with even a little training in wizardry—changed drastically.
The famous black wizard Wushu, owner of the Mystic Corpse Worm—she was a