At first, Bai Zihan thought he had heard wrong.
Luo Qing was kidnapped.
That was what his father had said.
The words passed through his ears, yet failed to settle in his mind—like mist dispersing before it could take shape.
Luo Qing?
He sat there calmly, posture relaxed, expression unchanged. He thought that shouldn't be right.
Why would Demonic Cultivators, after invading the strongest clan, take a simple mortal?
Even if it were meant as a threat, he didn't think Demonic Cultivators would be stupid enough to do so.
"…You're sure?"
The question left his mouth without weight.
Inside, his thoughts were already moving elsewhere, dismissing it as something he had misheard.
Demonic Cultivators would never waste effort on something so meaningless.
Then Bai Tianheng confirmed it.
"Luo Qing."
Something stopped.
Not violently. Not suddenly.
It simply… halted.
For the briefest instant, Bai Zihan's mind went blank.
Luo Qing!
Not just a maid.
His maid.
No—
