"Difference? Exceptions? Hahaha, hahahahaha—"
Wen Su grinned, his smile steeped in blood, so venomous, "You're still so naive, sister, is there really a difference between you and me?
We were destined from birth, what courses through our veins is the blood of the Holy Fool, our souls will eventually fall beneath the Vortex... No matter how many good deeds we do, how many little household games we play, or how we embellish, the final outcome can't be changed.
This is our true nature!"
"Shut up!"
Wen Wen's face turned ashen, Minerva's Spear buzzing, crystals spreading, yet unable to tear apart that smile.
"No wonder father is so disappointed in you, hey, hehehe..."
Wen Su stared into her eyes, mouth filled with venomous blood, both pitiful and indifferent: "It has already been chosen, sister, a new seed..."
In that instant, Wen Wen was rooted to the spot.
As if struck by lightning.
Even forgot to drive the Dragon Fire that last inch.
Staring at the twisted face, incredulous.
