The night breeze swept through, dispersing the awkwardness that had congealed in the grove.
After hearing Gu Yue's earth-shattering confession, Tang Wutong did not fly into a rage. Instead, she fell briefly silent. A moment later, a wry smile of shared understanding actually appeared on her exquisite face.
"Half of the Silver Dragon King... with a split-off soul taking form as Na'er?"
Tang Wutong shook her head, a flicker of reminiscence and resentment toward a certain father in the Divine Realm crossing her eyes. "Why does this routine sound so familiar? Ten thousand years ago, I was a 'victim' myself. That unreliable dad of mine forcibly split my divine consciousness in two. One half became Wang Dong'er, and the other became Wang Qiu'er. After I returned to the Divine Realm and learned the truth, hmph, I specifically begged Mom to punish him by making him kneel on a washboard for an entire month. And it had to be the kind with spikes! He even had to balance a durian on his head every night!"
She patted her chest, seemingly still trying to soothe the trauma from back then. "So I can understand a little of this involuntary 'split' of yours. After all, we're sisters who've both been burned by 'Tang San-style' maneuvers."
Gu Yue clearly had not expected Tang Wutong's thoughts to turn so quickly, veering from the Silver Dragon King to a scene of domestic violence in the Divine Realm. For a moment, she was rather stunned.
"However," Tang Wutong said, changing tack as her gaze sharpened again, "since you're the sovereign of all soul beasts, you can't have come to seek an alliance just to complain about your background, right? Tell me. What do you want me to help you do?"
Gu Yue gathered herself. A cold gleam