The surrounding forest remained silent, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, yet to Lan Xiaodie, it seemed as if countless eyes were peering at her from the shadows, sending shivers down her spine.
Instinctively, she glanced around, her hands tightly clutching the earth beneath her as if it were her only support in this world.
Recalling the recent hallucinations of the Jade Emperor, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, and their earnest admonitions, those words continued to echo ceaselessly in her mind like the tolling of a bell, shaking her spirit to its core.
Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured to herself, "Could it be... could everything they said be true? Has Father really committed so many crimes?" Her voice carried a hint of tremor, filled with disbelief and painful struggle.
Lan Xiaodie slowly stood up, her legs weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.
