Five Poisons Cult, Tianzhu Peak.
In the closed-door cultivation chamber, waves of subtle fragrance wafted through the air.
On the ink-black jade couch, Nangong Milí, draped in a luxurious purple silk robe, gazed weakly and palely at the infant in her arms.
The newborn was fair and tender, its flesh aglow with iridescence, emanating strands of fragrance that filled the entire chamber with a sweet aroma.
"Eeya~ Eeya~"
The infant didn't cry or fuss, its large eyes, clear and shiny, gazing at Nangong Milí with a milky voice.
"Daughter... this is my daughter... My daughter, Nangong Milí's daughter...."
Nangong Milí's enchanting face, at this moment, was full of satisfaction and adoring affection.
Holding this child, she felt as if she were holding the whole world.
The connection of blood between mother and daughter brought an inexplicable joy to her heart, radiance of motherhood shining brightly.