"Finally," Han Qiaone breathed, his voice trembling with a terrifying greed. "The true bloodline of the Winged Serpent. Give him to me."
He took a heavy step forward, his SSS-rank aura exploding outward, making the temple servants in the hallway collapse to their knees. He looked at the child as if it was the most precious existence in the world.
Yue Yue's hope died instantly. She felt the predatory gaze of the old man and realized Han Soi was right.
The man looks like he wanted to devour her son, and his fake happiness is all because it seems her son was powerful, but what if her son was just a normal child? Would he start despising him?
Just by looking at him, she felt disgusted. No wonder Han Soi has never had a good opinion of this man. He was nothing like her father, who was so caring towards her.
Han Qiaone did not wait for an invitation. His eyes were fixed on the tiny black snake in Yue Yue's arms, and his greed overrode any sense of manners.
