Qiao Yi was not hostile in nature. Two hundred years ago, everyone was living in harmony. Ka Daiwen was chasing after Bai Wu, with Qiao Yi close behind and Hong tagging along. Their relationship was like a snake with the tail in its mouth, endlessly chasing after one another. However, time was not akin to fine wine whereby it would mellow down over the years.

Since Bai Ling was devoured by the Mother Nest, Bai Wu had no reservations and treated Ka Daiwen as a sister. He was still young at that time but there were already some plots going on within the clan. If it was not for his bloodline, his situation might be even grimmer.

Ka Daiwen was someone who only remembered the good things. One moment, she was weeping, grieving to Qiao Yi about Bai Wu's heartlessness, but once Bai Wu returned, she would be ecstatic. Qiao Yi could only watch her with a bitter heart and sore eyes. Tang patted on Qiao Yi's shoulders to comfort him. Similar to how Ka Daiwen only had eyes for Bai Wu and none for