Wen Yuebai was so enraged she snatched a vase from a nearby table and hurled it at Di Youlin. The vase, made of Star Sand Glass, shattered with a CRASH against his head. The fragments sliced open his scalp, and bright red blood streamed down.
"Nothing to do with us? I gave birth to you, raised you, and poured my heart and soul into you, yet you dare say this has nothing to do with me! If I hadn't helped you hide it, hadn't done everything in my power to suppress your half-beastman features, you would have been sent to the Half-Beastman Tribe long ago! Do you have any idea what kind of life the half-beastmen lead there?"
"I did everything in my power to keep you from falling to that level! I put in so much effort, never imagining that in the end, you would debase yourself and willingly become someone's slave. I would rather you have died on the battlefield than have a son who is a slave!" Mrs. Wen pulled a sword from out of nowhere and lunged frantically at Di Youlin's heart.
