In another corner of the night, a young woman in red hurriedly pulled a man along the corridor, running as fast as she could.
The Xuan Sect had protective formations in place, preventing them from using sword flight. Feng Guang had no choice but to escape on foot with Fang Yue. However, she could only keep it up for so long. Before long, she ducked behind an artificial rock formation, clutching her stomach and gasping for air.
Fang Yue placed his hand over hers, which rested on her abdomen. “Feng Guang, does it hurt?”
“I’m fine…” She shook her head, though a thin layer of sweat had already formed on her forehead. She grumbled, “This child picked the worst time to arrive. Of all times, why did they have to come when their parents are running for their lives?”
That fool Yimu thought she would sacrifice herself by using the Heaven’s Sorrow Curse? As if. She was pregnant—there was no way she would resort to something so suicidal.
“…A child?” Fang Yue’s expression turned perplexed at the mention of it.
Feng Guang glared at him, lowering her voice as she poked his shoulder. “And whose fault do you think that is? Who knows what drug you made me drink? When I woke up, my belly had already grown! Do you have any idea how shocked I was when I first felt the baby move?”
Fang Yue: “…”
“What’s with that silence? Don’t tell me you think this is another man’s child?” Feng Guang narrowed her eyes. “Fang Yue, if you actually believe that… I… I…” Her voice trembled with grievance.
“I never thought that,” Fang Yue murmured as he pulled her into his arms. He hesitated before continuing, “I think… maybe it’s because I have demon blood in me.”
That could explain why her pregnancy was progressing abnormally fast… Having demon blood was a curse in the cultivation world. To cultivators, even an ordinary mortal was considered nobler than a demon-born.
Fang Yue had never wanted to speak of his demonic heritage. But he knew that Feng Guang would find out sooner or later—no matter how much he feared that she might come to despise him for it.
“You have demon blood… then that means our child has a quarter demon blood too?”
“…Yes.” Fang Yue unconsciously tightened his embrace around her. “If… If you don’t want the child—”
If she detested demon blood, she could choose not to have it.
But before he could finish, Feng Guang’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “That’s amazing! So demon-born children don’t have to stay in their mother’s womb for nine whole months? That means I won’t have to suffer through pregnancy for too long! If you had told me earlier, I would’ve had your child ages ago! It would’ve been way better to give birth sooner rather than running for our lives while pregnant!”
“…Feng Guang… you really are something else.”
Fang Yue hadn’t expected her to react with such enthusiasm. For a moment, he was stunned. Then, his grip on her tightened even more, pressing her cheek against his chest. If he could, he would tuck her away safely inside his very heart.
Yes… how could Feng Guang ever despise him?
His heart pounded violently because of her—so much so that he could no longer feel the pain of the wound on his palm.
Feng Guang mumbled against his chest, “So… do you know when this child will be born? When I woke up half an hour ago, my belly had only just started to swell. But by the time I found you, in just thirty minutes, I already looked six or seven months pregnant…”
A hint of confusion flickered in Fang Yue’s eyes. “I don’t know either.”
He didn’t even know how long a normal woman’s pregnancy lasted—let alone that of a demon-born child.
His mother had been of the demon race, but he had never set foot in the demon realm. Naturally, he had no way of knowing.