"Good. You're not dead."
"Why does everyone keep saying that," said Wang Wei. Even his mother stated he was glad he was not dead during their brief conversation.
"Well, every time you leave the sect, you either end up exiled, missing limbs, or dead," Wu Hong casually replied. "It's beginning to become a pattern."
"Aren't I fine now?" he replied as he embraced her.
"Are you happy that you did the bare minimum of surviving?"
"No, I'm showing you I've grown and can barely protect myself."
"At least you know your limitations," added Wu Hong. "So, what happened?"
Wang Wei explained to her in detail what happened during the clean-up. "By the way, do you know the Devil Primogenitor?"
"Never met him, but you can say we have a special fate." After hearing what happened, new memories appeared in her mind. In the other timeline, the Primogenitor was not defeated by an alliance of all the influential factions of the upper dimension. After that battle, he escaped with severe injuries.
