"The Ding Palace Master's granddaughter, is her name Wan Xiaoying?"
Yalan turned her head and said softly, "Although my lady hates you, Xiao Ying'er still took your surname. Her surname is Mu; she's called Mu Xiaoying... San Shuimu."
With those last words, Yalan's figure flickered and vanished in an instant, leaving only an ethereal voice echoing endlessly in Mu Chen's mind...
'Mu Xiaoying... San Shuimu...'
'San Shuimu, blue hair and blue eyes, a shattered Innate Dantian, Wan Xianzhong's granddaughter... Wan... Mu... It's her!!'
BOOM! A deafening crash resounded in his mind. Mu Chen felt as if a mountain range had slammed into his chest, and his very soul quaked violently.
Suddenly, a lamenting sigh echoed in Mu Chen's mind. The Profound Old Ghost's figure then materialized out of thin air beside him. He gazed in the direction Yalan had disappeared, remaining silent for a long while.
