Yun Xiyao stared intently at Shang Jue: "Have I seen you somewhere before?"
Shang Jue did not respond.
After all, he had no impression of Yun Xiyao.
He lowered his head, stroking the hair of his young daughter, reveling in the rare familial bliss.
Tan'er joyfully nuzzled her little head against his palm, like a playful kitten.
Yun Xiyao felt more and more that something was off: "No, I definitely have seen you, when I was young, you... you... you were the herbal thief from the mountain!"
Several people looked at Shang Jue in confusion.
The herbal thief?
The dignified General Shang, could he really have such a dark past?
However, anyone with half a brain could guess that what Shang Jue was picking was not herbs, but rather the pure flower of the Holy Daughter.
A boundless suspicion flashed through Yun Xiyao's eyes.
The events of capturing the herbal thief were still vivid; the Holy Temple was in chaos, her father was most troubled, but to no avail.
