Although he thought Xuan Zi might be lying.
When it came to something like this, his stance was clear—better to believe it existed than believe it did not.
If Yan Shaozhe truly was his and Ye Xishui's descendant, then for a man who had guarded Ye Xishui for so many years, it was undoubtedly an immensely joyful revelation.
After all, ever since he had followed Ye Xishui to the Holy Spirit Church, he had never touched her again. Instead, he had chosen to silently protect her. The reason was simple: he felt guilty!
Back then, Mu En and Ye Xishui had been a heavenly couple admired by all.
Yet he, Mu En's so-called good brother, had done that kind of thing with Ye Xishui while drunk, ruining Mu En and Ye Xishui's relationship and plunging all three of them into inescapable pain.
Even though it had happened many years ago and he had long since become a powerful Limit Douluo, he still could not overcome this hurdle in his heart.
Watching Zhong Liwu, the son of the previous Holy Spirit Church Master, gradually grow up at Ye Xishui's side and call her Mother, how could a man who had always loved Ye Xishui not feel anguish?
At times, he had imagined whether he and Ye Xishui might have built a happy, complete family together if they had had a child.
But he could only imagine it. After committing such a grave mistake, burdened by guilt, he could no longer cross that line!
Ye Xishui did not heed Long Xiaoyao's words and continued pursuing Xuan Zi. Although she did not know why Xuan Zi knew so many secrets, if he remained alive, he might reveal even more.
Killing Xuan Zi to silence him, extracting his soul to search his memories, and