Bi Zhixu tried hard to suppress his emotions, but a trace of feeling still seeped into his voice.
Especially when he spoke these words, there was a hint of melancholy between his brows.
Su Muyao seemed to realize something, and her heart skipped a beat. She stared at Bi Zhixu almost without blinking, "Mr. Bi, you said I look a lot like your aunt. I wonder how your aunt is now?"
Su Muyao had a suspicion in her heart that Bi Zhixu's aunt might be her mother.
All she wanted to know now was how her mother was doing and if she was still alive and well.
She hoped she hadn't become some kind of sacrifice.
When asking this question, Su Muyao's heart was tightly gripped.
Bi Zhixu met Su Muyao's expectant gaze, sighed softly, and said, "Miss Su, come in and let's talk."
After entering the room, Bi Zhixu twisted something on his wrist, and the power of a Magic Artifact set up a barrier around them, preventing any beastmen outside from hearing their conversation.
