Nan Xun's identity was rather interesting.
Pei Ling tapped the scraps of paper on the table, and they instantly turned to ash. "And I heard the former Demon King's surname was Wu."
Nan Xun's eyes trembled. He took fresh paper and a brush from his Storage Bag and wrote four characters: "My mother's surname was Nan."
He did not deny Pei Ling's guess, only explained why his surname was Nan. His next note read: "South Sea fisherwoman."
With a Demon Blood lineage, he was half demon and half human. His mother was a South Sea fisherwoman, an ordinary human. As he produced note after note, Qiao Ranran could piece together a hazy story.
The former Demon King had probably been wandering along the South Sea when he happened upon a fisherwoman. First, he won her trust in cat form. Then he took human form and deceived her into giving him her body and heart. After that, he vanished without a word, leaving her to struggle alone with little Nan Xun, a child unlike any she had known.
Newborn Nan Xun's half-human, half-demon appearance frightened many people. The villagers clamored to burn him alive, and the fisherwoman fled with him through countless hardships, fighting to survive every step of the way. Humans called him a demon and a monster; demons rejected and threatened him as an outsider. He belonged nowhere.
The fisherwoman's health had been ruined by Nan Xun's birth. She had clung to life for years solely to care for a child who could not even protect himself. After she died, survival became harder still. Cruel reality taught him how to obtain resources among demons and how to wrest a sliver of hope for survival from humans.
He grew used to playing the pitiful child, using his adorable face to