"Brother, are you in there?"
Xu Qingxian froze instantly.
The voice was feminine, soft and sweet, carrying a youthful melody like the chiming of silver bells in spring air.
His mind raced, digging through the scattered, broken memories of his predecessor.
Wait… he had a sister?
In Xu Qingxian's memories, he had a blood-related sister.
The king had married seven wives, and his mother was the seventh.
She had given birth to twins, Xu Qingxian and Xu Jiaojiao.
Although they were twins, Xu Qingxian was born with trash talent, while his sister's talent was nearly unparalleled in the kingdom.
Because of this, rumors spread like wildfire that while they were still in the womb, his sister had devoured all his talent.
They even gave her a nickname: the Demonic Saintess.
Despite that reputation, his sister had not grown cold or cruel. She had only become sad and lonely. Fortunately, his mother and he had been there to care for her, ensuring she didn't grow up heartless.
