"Lu Shengyang, you didn't tell me the truth at all, you were lying to me!" The woman's sharp screams spread throughout the entire cave. Even if you just listened to the sound, you could feel the woman's emotional collapse.

When Yan Baibai heard the woman's voice, her heart trembled. She felt that the voice was a little familiar, as if she had heard it a long time ago.

Yan Baibai was recalling quickly, and just when the answer was about to come out, the voice from the black-robed man told her the answer.

"Lian Ji, I'm doing this for your own good. If I had told you earlier, you would have been sad for a while longer." The young man's voice soothed.

Lian Ji, Lu Wuxiu's mother! No wonder the voice sounded familiar. Then, was Lu Shengyang... Lu Wuxiu's father?

Yan Baibai distracted herself to look at Lu Wuxiu's expression. Sure enough, his eyes moved and his lips were tightly pursed together.

Obviously, Lu Wuxiu had the same guess.

"Lu Shengyang, are you afraid that if you tell me, I won't agree to come?" Lian Ji continued to collapse and scream, "Are you really going to sacrifice our son for a broken sword that you don't even know exists?"

Lian Ji's roar brought a lot of information. Yan Baibai already had some guesses about the "broken sword" she mentioned, but what about the "son" Lian Ji mentioned? Did they already know that Lu Wuxiu was following?

This answer just flashed through Yan Baibai's mind before being denied. Not to mention that they couldn't have known that Lu Wuxiu was here, more importantly, Lian Ji couldn't be so nervous about Lu Wuxiu because she didn't love him.

"Lian Ji, we can still have more children. We don't need this one, right?" The young man's voice grew colder and harder, tinged with sarcasm. "Just like that half-demon you abandoned in the mines."

"How can they be the same!" Lian Ji retorted loudly: "Lu Lianqi is a child we raised together. He is completely different from that lowly half-demon Lu Wuxiu."

It turns out that the child Lian Ji was talking about was called Lu Lianqi. “Lu,” “Lian,” and “Qi” all carried the hopes of their parents.

"Haha, you two are really interesting. It's only been ten years since you came out of the mine. Have you forgotten that you are also half-demons?"

The old man had spoken before, and he snorted coldly before continuing, "I came here this time to obtain the legendary Flame-Eating Sword. The fusion of your two half-demons' bloodlines has surprisingly unleashed a magical power reminiscent of your ancestors. It seems your ancestors must have been powerful demons."

"Immortal, is it really necessary to sacrifice Qi'er's life to obtain this Flame-Eating Sword?" Lian Ji didn't dare to speak loudly to the old man, and even spoke in a humble tone: "Maybe just a few drops of blood will be enough?"

"To contract the magic sword, it's true that only a few drops of powerful magic blood are needed." The old man said quietly, "But if I want that magic sword, of course I have to kill the sword's owner, right?"

"Elder, we found the entrance."

Before Lian Ji and Lu Shengyang could respond, an old but humble voice was heard. It was another voice that Yan Baibai felt familiar with. Because of Lian Ji's incident before, she quickly remembered it.

The old voice at the back was from the old man in the mine who loved drinking, guarded the table where the ore was placed, used a net to cover the evil spirit, and worked with Lian Ji!

"Then let's begin." The old man's originally lifeless voice was filled with some anticipation.

"No, no matter what you want to do, don't take him away." Lian Ji pleaded in a sad voice.

"Mom, I don't want to leave you, please let me go." A childish voice sounded in the cave for the first time.

Lu Wuxiu was clearly getting anxious. He leaned out, his vision widening. He saw two people trying to pull a little boy, about eight years old, away from Lian Ji. Lian Ji desperately held onto the boy's hand, while a tall man hugged Lian Ji, blocking her attempts to grab him.

Squeak~

A drop of molten lava fell on Lu Wuxiu's shoulder, making a hissing sound.

Lu Wuxiu quickly retracted his body. The moment before he withdrew his gaze, he saw Lian Ji and Lu Lianqi's hands being pulled apart, Lian Ji's red eyes from crying, and the back of the tall young man hugging Lian Ji.

That is, his mother, father, younger brother...