The Scarlet Moon Sect Master stood utterly disheveled in the wind. She did not even have the courage to look at her daughter.
Wan Xing seemed to realize something and hurriedly said, "Mother, don't worry. Even if I'm a half-demon, I absolutely won't look down on myself, give myself over to despair, or let it interfere with my cultivation."
The relationship between the Demon Race and the Human Race was actually quite delicate. They were not exactly as incompatible as fire and water, but neither were they particularly harmonious.
In this strange atmosphere, neither the demons nor the Human Race suffered. The half-demons did.
Half-demons were unwelcome among the Human Race and even among the demons. They were little biscuits caught in the middle, struggling just to survive.
Wan Xing thought her mother had kept the truth from her because she feared Wan Xing would become trapped by it and neglect her cultivation.
In reality, she did not care at all. After all, bloodlines were something only the weak worried about.
Having reached the nascent soul early stage in just over a hundred years, Wan Xing had nothing to worry about.
Besides, she believed her cultivation would intimidate people enough that very little gossip would reach her ears.
If she really could not resolve things, she could simply beat them into submission.
If she could not beat them or settle things herself, she would bring her mother along. With mother and daughter fighting together, one in the nascent soul realm and the other in spirit transformation, why should they fear anyone's judgment?
Convinced she had figured out her mother's thoughts, Wan Xing kept comforting her from the side.
However, the Scarlet Moon Sect Master was actually dying of embarrassment the entire time. She had already begun considering which remote wilderness