Xing Wu's mind twisted into a tangle, shocked beyond measure.
Was this a simple matter?
Madam, with a few carefree words, you would sacrifice Yun Rong, the poor innocent?
Is this the act of a human?
"No, no, no, I think this matter requires further discussion. If it's so, once she regains her rightful position, how could the Demon Lord easily let her go?
Yun Rong knows nothing now, and her cultivation has barely reached the Tribulation Realm. Dumping such a heavy burden on her head aren't you afraid it will crush her to death?"
The 'Heart Demon' woman added some tea to her cup, took a sip, and calmly said, "Brave Yun Rong, not afraid of difficulties."
Xing Wu's breath caught in his chest, almost unable to come out, and he wondered to himself if the Demon Lord's claim of carrying Baili An's child had driven their ancestor mad.
"I think what the Demon Lord said that day may not be true, it might be more about angering you, but you mustn't lose your sense of proportion."
