King Yama stared at her coldly, letting out a chilly snort. "You think you’re filthy compared to her because your heart is filthy. When you face her, you feel ashamed of yourself!"
Glancing at Lillian Shang, King Yama continued in an icy tone, "Fiona Yun owes you nothing. It’s you who owe her." He then turned to Susie Yun, sneering, "Do you really think Fiona’s cultivation is all thanks to your abilities?"
With another cold snort, King Yama said gravely, "Fiona Yun doesn’t have a trace of your power. Every bit of her cultivation comes from her own talent and relentless effort." His icy gaze shifted back to Lillian Shang. "Because of what you did, Fiona nearly died in that secret chamber. If it weren’t for me, do you think she would have survived? Susie Yun, all these consequences were caused by your mother. So why do you push most of the blame onto Fiona? If you want revenge, shouldn’t you start with your mother? The truth is, you’re just afraid of her, aren’t you? You fear your mother, so even if you hate her, you can only hide it deep inside. But you need to vent your hatred, so Fiona became your target. The more you saw her excel day after day, the deeper your hatred grew!"
Since childhood, Susie Yun had always tried to please Lillian Shang—not just for more affection, but because she feared her stern mother. That feeling was etched into her heart and couldn’t be erased even as she grew up. When she finally worked up the courage to confront Lillian Shang, Fiona Yun ruined everything, which only made Susie Yun resent Fiona even more.
With her deepest secrets exposed, Susie Yun screamed hysterically, "No! I hate Fiona Yun! She stole my power—she stole everything from me! Everything she has should have been mine!"
Watching Susie Yun’s descent into madness, Lillian Shang finally broke down in tears. What had she done?
Susie Yun kept muttering, "No, I hate Fiona Yun. I don’t want her to save me. You... kill me! I don’t want her to save me!" She had completely forgotten she was already dead.
Stunned for a moment, she shouted again, "No, I don’t want to die! She should die! I want to kill her, kill her!"
King Yama looked at her and said solemnly, "Unrepentant, even in death!"
Lillian Shang collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. This was the consequence of her stubbornness—she had caused the death of both her daughters. Even in death, Susie Yun was consumed by hatred. But what about Fiona Yun? Did Fiona hate her too?
She had forced the burden of the Shangguan family onto her, pushing her to cultivate endlessly, but never once asked if she was happy or if this was what she wanted. As a mother, she had truly failed.
Ethan Yun looked at the heartbroken Lillian Shang, feeling a deep ache for her. He turned to King Yama and asked, "Who are you?" Clearly, Lillian only meant to summon Susie Yun’s soul—so why did this old man appear? And how did he know so much about their family, especially about Fiona Yun—more than any of them did?
Before King Yama could respond, Susie Yun suddenly rushed forward, grabbing his robe in agitation. "Where’s Fiona Yun? Where is she? I want to see her! You’re King Yama—you must have a way!"
One could see from Susie Yun’s eyes that she hadn’t come to her senses—she still refused to let go of Fiona Yun. Just as King Yama said, she remained unrepentant even in death. Her hatred had twisted her heart so deeply that even Fiona Yun’s death couldn’t extinguish it.
"King Yama?" None of them had expected that the one accompanying Susie Yun back would be King Yama himself. Lillian Shang, Ethan Yun, and Timothy Yun were all stunned. What was Fiona Yun’s connection to King Yama? Why did all his words seem to defend her, and why did it feel as if he genuinely cared for her?
The three felt a sense of shame. Not once had they truly cared about Fiona Yun’s needs. In the end, it was an outsider who sincerely cared for her.
Lillian Shang steadied herself and asked, "Fiona... is she alright?" Perhaps for the first time, she cared about more than Fiona Yun’s cultivation—she cared whether her daughter was truly happy.
King Yama shook off Susie Yun’s hand, glanced at Lillian Shang, then suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture in the air. A vision appeared before them.
A beautiful woman in white sat at a small stall, a faint smile on her lips. Her calm, gentle aura drew the attention of passersby, though she seemed oblivious, listening intently to the blind fortune-teller across from her.
"Miss, you are destined for great wealth and honor, but you carry a curse in your fate. I fear you may bring misfortune to your parents."
The fortune-teller waited a while, but when Fiona Yun didn’t respond, he continued, "This curse can be resolved..."
Before he could finish, Morgan Shangguan interrupted, pointing to the man beside her, "Will my eldest brother be doomed because of me?" Her tone held a hint of worry, but also an unreadable calm.
The man beside her wore a long black robe trimmed with blood-red, his features exquisitely handsome and sharply defined. His jawline was elegant, his lips sensual and slightly pursed, exuding a cold, seductive aura that both frightened and enticed. Such a remarkable man was rare indeed.
The fortune-teller calculated again, furrowing his brow. He sighed, "It won’t bring disaster, but the lady’s fate may cause her brother to lose something important."
Morgan Shangguan nodded, still wearing her faint smile, her thoughts inscrutable. She then asked, "And what about my husband—will I bring misfortune to him?"
Once again, the fortune-teller calculated and finally said, "Madam, you and your husband will enjoy harmony, grow old together, and be blessed with many children."
Hearing this, Morgan Shangguan stood up and tossed a silver ingot to him. "That’s enough! I don’t care about anyone else."
She reached out to take Damien Gray’s hand, smiling as they left. Damien Gray shook his head, "Charlatan!" He looked at Morgan Shangguan fondly and teased, "Mo’er, why don’t you tell fortunes yourself? What can these charlatans really see? Besides, there isn’t much to tell."
He wrapped his arm around her waist, leaned down, and kissed her lips, chuckling, "Bored already?"
Morgan Shangguan pressed her lips together and replied, "Actually, he was accurate about some things."