After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

He closed his eyes, his voice dry and trembling: "I beg Sect Leader Luo, please give my mother a quick death."

After saying that, the sixth prince lost all his strength.

Vibrant colors have no physical form.

One hand is the limit of how many people he can appear in front of.

Even with only one hand visible, it was enough to make people feel how terrifying his power was.

The sixth prince covered his eyes and sat helplessly on the ground, silently shedding tears. He dared not look at his mother.

He chose to let her die...

Luo really knew what the Sixth Prince was thinking.

So she walked over to him, patted his shoulder, and decided to comfort him: "Actually, it wasn't your choice. Even if you insisted on protecting her, you couldn't. After all, the decision is mine."

The sixth prince choked up again.

The little fairy's way of comforting people is really quite simple and straightforward.

But he still felt bad.

The weight fell on his shoulders again, and the Sixth Prince buried his head in his knees, repeating, "Little Immortal. Let me calm down."

"I can give you time to calm down, but your mother may not have that time."

"Xingyue, my child..."

A gentle voice rang in the Sixth Prince's ear.

The sixth prince was startled. He slowly raised his tear-streaked face and saw a face that was half human and half ghost.

Unbeknownst to her, Banlan had already let go of her.

Luo Huanzhen stood three meters away, tilting his head to look at the two of them.

Although we cannot sever her bloodline, we can still ensure she remains lucid for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before she dies, allowing her to properly say goodbye to her child.

Banlan spoke softly in Luo Huanzhen's mind.

Luo Zhenhuan couldn't help but praise, "Little Flag, you're so kind!"

Banlan coughed reservedly, "Hmm, it's alright."

Although doing so wasted some of his power, even absorbing the power of this half-ghost king only barely offset the use of power, so it was a roundabout and futile effort.

But Luo's bright, sparkling eyes made him feel that it was all worth it.

The world within the flag.

The members of the ancient demon clan: "...!"

Oh my god.

Their wicked and evil-doing demon lord has actually started doing a good deed every day!

The woman opened her arms and hugged the sixth prince tightly.

She lowered her head and stroked the sixth prince's head: "You did the right thing, I'm very happy."

The sixth prince burst into tears, crying, "Mother!"

The woman's face remained gentle. "My mother was an ancient demon king who committed many evil deeds, and my father was a cultivator from the Central Continent. But my birth was a mistake."

The woman spoke slowly and deliberately, telling her child about her pain so that he wouldn't feel so sad and guilty.

"Because my father was forced by my mother. He was an injured monk who fell into my mother's demonic realm. My mother fell in love with him. My mother was too powerful. My father only had the chance to make a move on her when she was giving birth."

"But after so many years together, after killing my mother, my father could no longer tell whether he loved her, hated her, or both. In any case, my father did not return to his sect, but chose to commit suicide, leaving behind only a newborn baby who had not yet had a chance to cry."

"He couldn't bring himself to hurt me because he thought that a newborn baby without parents would eventually die."

"But I don't. With half-demon blood, I also inherited the vigorous and tenacious vitality of the demon race. I don't need to eat or drink; I only need to wander the world and absorb the resentment and malice around me to grow up."

"But the bloodlines of humans and demons are incompatible, and my thinking has been crazy and chaotic since birth."

"I have never been lucid for a single day in my entire life."

"But today is an exception. Xingyue, is that your name? I've heard everyone call you that... Because of you, I've gained half an incense stick's worth of clarity."

"This half-stick of incense is more precious than the thirty years I've lived. I haven't lived in vain."

The two embraced tightly.

It's as if they're trying to make up for more than a decade of absence.

Time is up.

The woman's body began to disintegrate. She looked at Xingyue with a gentle smile, "Xingyue, your mother loves you, and will always love you..."

Then it completely vanished, turning into dust and flying towards the direction where Luo Huanzhen was, or more precisely, towards the large flag she was holding.

All that remained was a pile of clothes.

The sixth prince picked up her clothes and held them in his arms.

"Ding-dong!"

A crisp sound rang out.

A token fell out of her clothes and landed on the ground.

Luo Huanzhen: "Huh?"

Luo Huanzhen picked up the token and studied it, squatting down on the ground to examine it.

The token was shaped like a leaf, but the material and feel were somewhat familiar. Luo Zhenhuan was reminded of the sect leader's token of his Xuantian Sect.

This is also a—Sect Master's Token?

Generally, when a sect leader's command is infused with spiritual power, information about the sect will appear.

Luo Huanzhen gathered power at his fingertips and infused it with spiritual energy.

Soon, a long string of information appeared in the sect leader's command.

Luo Huanzhen read it quickly, then looked up at Xingyue and said, "Your father is no ordinary cultivator. He is also the sect leader of a sect called Yiye Sect, a major sect in the Eastern Continent."

The leader of a sect that is far stronger than the Xuantian Sect.

Luo Zhenhuan encouraged herself, determined to make the Xuantian Sect grow to a very large size.

Luo was actually going to give the sect leader's token to Xingyue.

The next moment, however, he felt the token in his hand begin to burn.

Immediately afterwards, a series of voices emanated from the sect leader's command:

"metropolitan!!!"

"Sect Master, you've finally responded! Where are you?!"

"Forty years! You've been out of touch for a full forty years! Have you found some secluded place to go into seclusion? Seriously, tell everyone about your seclusion, hahaha!"

There were about six or seven people, chattering like sparrows.

Luo was taken aback.

Then, holding the token, he transmitted his voice to the other side: "I'm sorry, it's not me. Your sect leader has fallen."

The other end of the line suddenly went silent.

After a very long time, he burst into laughter again, "Hahahahahahahahaha."

"I don't believe it!"

"Sect Master! You must be joking. How did you even learn to mimic a child's voice? Is it fun to talk like a child?"

"Hurry back to the sect! Hurry back to the sect! The great secret realm in Central Continent is about to open."

"Our sect has fallen, our disciples are dwindling, our allies have turned against us, and even minor sects have humiliated us. Our sect leader has been found! This time, our One Leaf Sect will reclaim everything that belongs to us! We will let the entire cultivation world witness the triumphant return of the One Leaf Sect!"

It seems like they've started playing music and dancing over there.

Their excited expressions suggested they were caught up in some kind of collective hysteria and fantasy.

Luo Huanzhen felt a chill run down his spine and instantly severed the spiritual energy.

The token, like a persistent fish, thrashed about a couple more times before finally falling silent.

Luo Huanzhen held up the token and handed it to Xingyue: "Your mother's keepsake."

Xingyue held the clothes and stared at the token for a long time before stating a fact to Luo Huanzhen: "You know, I have no spiritual root; I am a mortal."

Luo Zhen pointed at his own nose, "You mean, you're giving this thing to me?"

Xingyue nodded repeatedly.

Otherwise what?