"Grandpa Xiao, I have a question." Wan'er turned her gaze away from the little prince, her face becoming serious. "Is Qiao Mei your daughter? Why did she try to harm us? And what about that arrow of death?"

The room fell silent instantly, and even the air seemed somewhat oppressive.

“The Arrow of Death is definitely not hers,” Grandpa Xiao shook his head and sighed. “This is the first time I’ve seen it either. I’ve only heard of it before. It’s said that it was made by the Demon King. As for who the Demon King is and why he came here, I really don’t know.”

"I can only beg you now, for my sake, to forgive my daughter. In truth, she is also a child with a tragic fate." Grandpa Xiao sighed, only raising his head to sniffle. After a pause, with tears in his eyes, he suddenly put down the cup in his hand, stood up, walked to Wan'er, and, holding onto the edge of the stone chair, was about to kneel down on one knee.

"No, you mustn't." Wan'er quickly reached out and supported him. "Grandpa, what are you saying? This isn't your fault."

"If a daughter is not properly taught, it is the father's fault. She is indeed my daughter, she is 38 years old this year, and she has never married."

I bear responsibility for what she did today, but you can rest assured about one thing: she will never leave this place, so as long as you don't get close to her, you will be safe.

"My wife's surname was Qiao. She passed away shortly after giving birth to Qiao Mei due to postpartum hemorrhage..." Grandpa Xiao's eyes welled up with tears as he said this. He raised his hand to wipe away his tears and continued, "I love my wife. Since she left, I have raised Qiao Mei single-handedly. She was almost my everything. I gave her the best food and the best things to use. I treated her like a precious gem. Because of my pampering, she did whatever she wanted without any regard for others."

Because of her strange illness and eccentric personality, Qiao Mei has been unable to find a husband, but she has fallen in love and vowed to find a handsome man. "Speaking of his daughter Qiao Mei, Grandpa Xiao looked helpless and sad.

"What strange illness? Is it a strange illness that prevents you from leaving?" Wan'er began to feel a little sorry for Qiao Mei.

“Yes, our house is actually built in this mountain village, the one you see there, a small, half-new building, nothing special, but,” Grandpa Xiao said, then his nostrils twitched and he covered his nose and mouth with his hand, “Qiao Mei, once she leaves here, she goes crazy, biting people and animals everywhere, so I had no choice but to set up a barrier to seal her inside the building.”

"A barrier? She... she can't break it?" Wan'er found it unbelievable. "I think her illusion magic is pretty good. Maybe she'll be able to break it someday."

“No!” Grandpa Xiao shook his head decisively. “I used her umbilical cord blood as a catalyst. To open the barrier, you must,” Grandpa Xiao looked up and glanced at the door before continuing, “use her child’s umbilical cord blood to break the barrier. So she probably will never be able to achieve this.”

"So that's how it was!" Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief, but she quickly became nervous again. "Grandpa, why did you tell me something so important?"

“Hey, let me tell you, there’s a reason. It’s because of me,” Grandpa Xiao said, raising his head and suddenly brightening his eyes as he stared intently at Wan’er. “I want to take you as my apprentice, my only disciple. If anything happens in the future, perhaps you can help her.”