Long Yue came to Li Qingmu's side, sat down slowly, and silently watched him.
The feeling of being stared at was hard to endure; Li Qingmu turned his face away and whispered, "It's the Daliang Princess."
Long Yue was stunned for a moment, almost unable to believe her ears.
The Daliang Princess, wasn't she his...
Long Yue's small mouth opened wide, almost biting her tongue.
"When I was severely injured and fell into the river, it was her men who arrived in time to save me!"
"Then, the Demon Sound Spell, was it her doing?"
"What Demon Sound Spell?"
Li Qingmu looked bewildered, then thought of the constant echoing voice in his mind and immediately understood.
So that's how it is!
Ha!
He laughed coldly; this Demon Sound Spell shattered the last shred of fantasy he had about his mother.
As she said, the long bonds between child and parent can make one numb, but likewise, the desire for power can make one ruthless, cutting ties and breaking love!
