Time flew by, and two months passed.
On this particular morning, a royal guest arrived at Lin Yue's Prince Mansion.
"Qingluo, at your service, Seventeenth Prince."
In the main hall, a stunning woman in court attire stood before Lin Yue, her perfectly sculpted face reflecting a natural sense of compassion, and her entire demeanor embodying warm and peaceful benevolence.
"Blood Sea Saint Mother?" Lin Yue looked at her somewhat oddly.
It was hard to imagine that this woman, who seemed as loving as a Holy Daughter, was in fact the newly emerged Demon Ancestor who had betrayed the Buddhists, flooding the Buddhist Holy Land and slaughtering countless monks.
It was equally hard to believe that such a woman, appearing free of worldly desires, would actually seek him out to ask for a child.
"Your Highness may call me Qingluo."
