I am Tang Wutong.
Those five simple, calm words made Huo Yuhao feel as though he had fallen into an ice pit. An unprecedented panic instantly invaded his mind, and his voice trembled so badly that he could not form a complete sentence.
"I know. Your real name is Tang Wutong, and you are also my beloved, Wang Dong'er!"
Tang Wutong ignored Huo Yuhao. Her pink-blue eyes stared fixedly at Ling Bai, and an imperceptible flicker of fear crossed the depths of her gaze.
Over the past half year, Ling Bai had never set foot in this underground secret chamber, while that madwoman had exhausted every punishment upon her, tormenting her like a wild dog being trained. There had even been obedience-inducing mental commands among them. She feared that her mind would collapse, that she would completely lose her personality and become a truly loyal dog.
"Dong'er!"
Tang Wutong's attitude cut deeply into Huo Yuhao. He recalled how, during the Soul Master Competition, Wang Dong'er had suddenly become strange and distant. She had always rejected his closeness and occasionally spoken of her admiration for Ling Bai. It was the same now, as though he were nothing in her eyes—not even equal to an enemy.
"That's enough, Huo Yuhao."
Tang Wutong spoke coldly. "I told you already. I am Tang Wutong, Tang Wutong, Daughter of the Sea God!
"There was never a Wang Dong'er in this world. The one you knew was merely a fragment of my Divine Realm soul, one that had lost its memories and drawn close to the Child of Destiny.
"As long as he was the Child of Destiny—whether Huo Yuhao, Zhang Yuhao, or Zhao Yuhao—Wang Dong'er would take the initiative to approach him, form a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with one hundred percent compatibility, and then