After a long time, Ye Xunhuan finally slowly came back to his senses. "Senior, were you very close with my mother?"
"Average," Ming Yue said softly. "In front of your mother, I really didn't amount to much."
As he spoke, Ming Yue let out a faint sigh.
If Qin Fenghuang had harbored any ambition, or wanted to glorify the Qin family, then the stories circulating in this world today wouldn't only be about the Evil Lord; there would be another name—Qin Fenghuang.
And Qin Fenghuang's legend would definitely be more brilliant than the Evil Lord's, even more worthy of admiration.
After all, Qin Fenghuang was just someone from a wealthy clan. How could she possibly possess such heaven-defying skills? Who taught her?
If you say Qin Fenghuang had no one guiding her, that's absolutely impossible!
But there was no such person in the Qin family at all, so it could only have been an outsider. Yet who in the world could teach a monstrous disciple like Qin Fenghuang?
"Senior, I…"
