The sun was setting, and the vast Immortal Guest Bureau was left only with Qin Baichu and Zhao Lingfeng.
"You, who cultivate the blade, don't think I have no clue about what you're planning," Qin Baichu sneered. "You want to secure the little thing and sit steadfast as Brother Xuan's legitimate wife?"
"That's nothing but wishful thinking."
"Qin Baichu, there's no need for you to cry thief while being one yourself. You care so much about this imp because you harbor such intentions," Zhao Lingfeng retorted sharply.
"I just want to see who the mother of this imp really is."
At that point, a strong killing intent flashed through Zhao Lingfeng's icy gaze.
Even though she and Zhou Xuan had once been an inseparable sweet couple, she had still failed to bear offspring for him.
Now, the only bloodline of Zhou Xuan seemed incredibly significant.
This was proof, a proof of who Zhou Xuan had truly loved deeply.