TSFLIP Chapter 970

“Leave school…? I thought every vampire had to stay here for two years.” Seeing the fear on her mother’s face—fear she had never shown before—Fengguang began to feel scared too. “What exactly is going on?”

“You don’t need to know that much,” Wang Ci said. “I’m going to find Ming’an. I’m taking you home today. Until I come back, you stay in this room and don’t go anywhere.” She raised her hand again, and the vines that had disappeared surged back at incredible speed, filling the room. She opened the door and walked out. Moments later, the door itself was sealed shut by twisting vines.

Both the windows and the door were blocked by living vines. Fengguang looked around the empty room, and a sudden wave of fear washed over her. She slowly sat down on the floor and hugged her knees tightly. Her mother’s reaction made her feel a helpless, suffocating dread.

Outside the door, Xia Chao saw Wang Ci walk out with an expression that clearly wasn’t right. He glanced worriedly at the closed door and quickly asked, “Did something happen to Fengguang?”

“I told you before…” Wang Ci clutched the hand he offered her. The fear in her eyes had reached its peak. “The night the purebloods were massacred over three hundred years ago… I was there.”

“I know,” Xia Chao said, pulling her into an embrace. “It’s over now. You survived. There’s nothing better than that.”

Wang Ci was still considered a relatively young vampire. When the massacre happened more than three hundred years ago, she had only been six years old. At the time, it was an important vampire festival. All children who had turned six—and who possessed pure bloodlines—were required to go to the Elders’ Council to undergo a ceremonial blessing. Back then, purebloods were already becoming rare, but not nearly as scarce as they were now. Just as the ceremony was nearing its end, a man suddenly appeared.

Blood blurred Wang Ci’s memories. She only remembered the man wielding a grim reaper’s scythe, slaughtering all the children. She hid behind a tree, using vines to conceal herself, but he still found her.

She thought she was going to die.

Instead, the man put away his scythe and slowly crouched down in front of her. He plucked a flower from one of her vines. “The power to control life… what a beautiful talent…”

Wang Ci still remembered his eyes—red, more blood-red than any vampire’s she had ever seen. In those eyes, she saw two possible paths of her life: one where she died at his hands, and another… where she survived and lived out her future.

At that moment, six-year-old Wang Ci learned that if she lived, she would one day have a husband named Xia Chao and a daughter named Fengguang. But a lifetime’s worth of information was too much for a child’s mind to bear. Just before she lost consciousness, she heard the man—after seeing the entirety of her life—murmur in surprise, “So… I’ll end up falling for a little girl like that.”

She never knew that when he looked into her future, he saw scenes of himself together with her daughter.

That memory had grown hazy over time. Aside from the ground soaked in blood, there were many details Wang Ci could no longer recall. Only two things remained clear in her mind:

The brutal massacre—and the black rose carved into his scythe.

Every vampire family had a crest, and it was reflected in their spiritual weapon. Roses were common symbols among vampire clans; after all, the rose was the emblematic flower of vampires.

Some were red. Some were white.

But a black rose—Wang Ci had seen that only once: on the weapon of the man who carried out the slaughter.