Su Jiu already knew everything that happened afterward.
Shunned by the Xia Household, Xia Jue had spent a stretch of his life neither human nor ghost before meeting the Sect Master.
Had Xia Jue been an ordinary child, he might have starved to death long ago. But he was anything but ordinary, and sheer perseverance had kept him alive.
Then he met Ning Hai and became his first disciple.
As for that woman, she left the Xia Household after giving birth to Xia Jue, without the slightest concern for whether her son lived or died.
Perhaps she had already calculated that Xia Jue would not die easily, which was why she dared to do such a thing.
But ultimately, she was far too cold-blooded.
In Xia Jue's story, Su Jiu saw not a trace of a mother's love, only the weighing and discarding of a tool.
Utterly terrifying, and utterly cruel.
Xia Jue said that this was what it meant to be a demon. If you could not survive, you could only die. No parent would care whether you lived or died.
Half-demons might have it even worse. After all, they lacked the physique of full demons. Surviving alone as children meant enduring hardships ordinary people could never bear. Although half-demons became stronger than demons upon reaching adulthood, their constitution always fell short.
Perhaps this was simply a case of gaining something only to lose something else.
Thus, the woman in gray had wanted to give birth to a half-demon solely to possess a sharp blade. How well that blade could defend itself was not among her concerns.
Su Jiu certainly felt sorry for Xia Jue's past, but none of it excused what he had become.
Compared with the darkness of his early life, the warmth and light he had