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Chapter 127 Interrogation
Ye Yunhai, as the de jure spiritual leader of the Ye Army, ought to have eaten, lived, and fought alongside the soldiers this time. The unforeseen event happened too swiftly, however. His mother finally told him all the secrets before entering You Prefecture. Even though Xiao Huating was a seed that the Demon Race planted in the General's Manor in Luoyang for twenty years, she was ultimately still a mother. Ye Yunhai was her biological son.
The noblest existence in the world was maternal love. Such love could surpass races and beliefs.
Xiao Huating couldn't alter the disaster that was about to befall You Prefecture. She was even doing her best to make sure it succeeded. However, she refused to allow her son to come to danger. It was quite the contrary, in fact. She wanted to use this disaster to win a colossal opportunity for him.
This went against the interests of the Mountain Valley of Pure Blackness. It also had nothing to do with the Ye
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