"Just like, strikingly similar."
Lu Changsheng released Dantai Meng from the Mountain and Rivers Chart, and as the old crone scrutinized Dantai Meng's features, she couldn't help but lament.
"Hmph, of course I look like my father."
Dantai Meng took it for granted.
She didn't believe the old crone would dare to do anything to her.
After all, her father is the Hallucinatory Dark Demon Venerable. If Mount Taihua Sacred Land dared to mess with her, the Venerable would, at a great cost, utterly decimate Mount Taihua.
"No, this old one means, you greatly resemble your mother."
"You've met my mother?"
"What, you haven't?"
"Ever since I can remember, my mother has not been by my side," Dantai Meng said, her spirit dimming, "My father never speaks of her either. Do you know who my mother is?"
"This old one cannot say."
"Then, is she still alive?"
