Damon remained staring at Xue Mei for several seconds, waiting for some reaction from the memory, the root, or even the mark left by Vorn.
Nothing happened.
The Heavenly Body recognized the cold around her as something exceptionally pure, but not as part of the inheritance.
That was strange in itself.
If that woman really was Xue Lian's daughter, he expected something inside him to scream in recognition.
Mu Qing seemed far more affected.
"She had no children," the former disciple said.
Xue Mei finally looked away from Damon.
"Not before entering."
Chen Mo went still.
Even he seemed to lose his composure.
Damon pointed toward the open passage.
"That answer needs more words."
Xue Mei tilted her head slightly.
"Do you usually demand explanations before crossing doors?"
"After the last few, I started."
"My mother said you would do that."
A small smile appeared on Xue Mei's face.
Mu Qing did not find it amusing at all.
