Upon hearing this, Yan Qingwu was struck dumb, her body trembling uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, and the color drained from her face, leaving it deathly pale.
She had once harbored resentment, hating her parents for abandoning her. Now that she knew the reason, she could understand; after all, her parents had no choice. But she couldn't accept that her parents had died like that!
Yan Qingwu felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she collapsed to the ground, sobbing softly. She wanted to cry out loud, but could only let out intermittent, extremely suppressed whimpers, her face covered in tears and filled with sorrow.
"Sigh." The illusory figure sighed, his tone filled with complex emotions and deep guilt. He knew that this news was cruel to Yan Qingwu, but there was nothing he could do. That enemy was simply too strong; he and his wife were no match for him. Being able to protect Yan Qingwu was already a very good outcome.
"Child, don't cry, be strong." The phantom didn't know how to comfort him, because he too was grieving.
"Who... who killed Father and Mother?" Yan Qingwu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, speaking through gritted teeth, her eyes bloodshot and filled with boundless hatred.
Upon hearing Yan Qingwu call him "father," the illusory figure paused, then a warm feeling washed over him. He shook his head and said, "Child, I know you want to avenge us, but I cannot tell you."
"Why?" Yan Qingwu clenched her fists tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force.
"Because that enemy is beyond your capabilities. If I told you, it would be a disaster for you, and I cannot allow you to be in danger," the phantom said patiently.
"Father, please, just tell me!" Yan Qingwu said stubbornly.
The illusory figure remained silent for a moment, then finally shook its head and said, "No."
"Heh." Yan Qingwu sneered, her head lowered, tears dripping onto the ground. Feeling powerless, she hated herself for being too weak to avenge her parents.
"Child, your mother and I have the greatest wish that you can live a good life," the illusory figure said.
"If I have to live in pain and hatred, I'd rather not live," Yan Qingwu whispered.
The illusory figure closed his eyes, his hands clenched into fists beneath his sleeves, his heart heavy. After a long silence, he said, "If you really want to know, go to the War God Clan and receive their inheritance. After receiving the inheritance, you will know who killed me and your mother."
" The War God Clan?" Yan Qingwu looked up, her expression blank. She was unfamiliar with this clan and had never heard of it before.
"My time is running out. They'll explain later." The illusory figure glanced at Yan Yang and the others in the distance.
" Martial God, have you truly fallen?" Yan Yang asked in a deep voice.
"Hmm." The illusory figure nodded, then said to Yan Yang, "Protect my daughter well. In the future, perhaps she can lead the War God Clan to even greater heights."
Upon hearing this, Yan Yang and the others were taken aback, then quickly clasped their hands in a salute, "Yes, sir!"
They knew that the phantom must have seen something to say such a thing, and indeed it was; although Yan Qingwu's future was uncertain, the phantom had still managed to glimpse something.
That was countless years later, when the Martial God Clan, led by Yan Qingwu, stood at the pinnacle of the universe. Perhaps, at that time, Yan Qingwu did indeed have the ability to avenge him and his wife.
"Child, your father has no time left. Remember, revenge is not necessary; don't make your life so tiring." The illusory figure smiled slightly at Yan Qingwu, then transformed into specks of starlight and disappeared from this world, leaving behind only two dim jade pendants.
"Father!" Yan Qingwu cried out in anguish, bursting into tears.
Yan Yang and the others bowed again at the spot where the illusory figure had disappeared, their hearts heavy.
Looking at Yan Qingwu, Shen Yanlan felt a pang of heartache. She reached out and patted her shoulder, comforting her, " Qingwu, don't cry. You still have me."
"Grandma!" Yan Qingwu threw herself into Shen Yanlan's arms, crying and clutching her clothes tightly as she wailed.
Shen Yanlan sighed inwardly and kept whispering words of comfort. After a long time, Yan Qingwu gradually calmed down, but she still couldn't stop sobbing.
"Miss, please come back with us." Yan Yang led the powerful members of the War God Clan to Yan Qingwu, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, but when he looked at Shen Yanlan, a hint of indifference and disdain flashed in his eyes.
Shen Yanlan noticed it naturally, but didn't care. Looking at Yan Qingwu in her arms, she said softly, " Qingwu, have you made up your mind? Do you really want to go with them?"
"Nonsense, if Miss isn't leaving, does she think she'll stay on this garbage planet?" a powerful member of the War God Clan said arrogantly.
Shen Yanlan frowned, her gaze falling on the powerful member of the War God Clan who had just spoken, before glancing at Yan Yang.
Yan Yang remained expressionless and did not utter a word of rebuke to the powerful member of the War God Clan.
"She's my grandmother, so show her some respect!" Yan Qingwu composed herself, looked at Yan Yang and the others, and said coldly. Shen Yanlan treated her like family, and she wouldn't allow anyone to disrespect her.
"Miss, she may have adopted you when you were young, for which we are deeply grateful. But you must know that you have the Martial God Bloodline flowing in your veins, and not just anyone can be your grandmother," said the powerful member of the War God Clan.
Upon hearing this, Yan Qingwu was immediately enraged. She was about to speak when Shen Yanlan stopped her.
"Forget it, no need to bother with them," Shen Yanlan said, shaking her head. It wasn't that she was cowardly, but rather that she understood the nature of people from powerful families all too well. She was afraid that Yan Qingwu would be treated unfairly when she returned, so she decided to endure it if she could.
"Grandma..." Yan Qingwu called out in a deep voice.
"Miss, the King is still waiting for you. We should go back as soon as possible," Yan Yang said.
Yan Qingwu frowned, hesitated briefly, and then said, "I need to say goodbye to my family."
Yan Yang narrowed her eyes slightly. "Miss, your relatives are not on this planet."
Yan Qingwu's expression grew increasingly cold; she felt no goodwill towards Yan Yang and the others.
Ta-da-ta-da...
Just then, footsteps sounded, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound. In the distance, they saw a man slowly walking towards them. The man had snow-white hair that danced freely in the breeze. His face was fair and handsome, with distinct features, exquisite as a painting. He walked with his hands behind his back, exuding a leisurely and calm demeanor.
"Chen!" Yan Qingwu's face lit up with joy. She ran to Su Chen, threw herself into his arms, and looked up at him, "Why are you here?"