Evan Lin and Blue‑Shade God‑Venerable sat quietly sipping their wine, never once mentioning Evan’s true identity. Evan, for his part, didn’t ask why Blue‑Shade insisted he wait until after seclusion to marry Zoe Rainveil.
By evening, nearly all the guests had left. That was when Rainbow Court Mistress Rainveil pushed open the door and entered, her expression dark. There was no doubt—she’d come to demand an explanation from Evan.
“Evan, don’t you think you owe me an explanation for everything you did today? There’s only the three of us here—I want you to tell us the truth. Why did you do it? Did you ever consider Zoe’s feelings?” Rainveil demanded.
“Mistress, let’s talk things through calmly—why not sit down first? I know I went too far today, but I really had no choice. If you want to know why, ask Blue‑Shade. He’s the one who told me to do it.” Evan shoved the trouble onto Blue‑Shade God‑Venerable without hesitation.
Rainveil turned her gaze to Blue‑Shade God‑Venerable. “Blue‑Shade, what exactly was your reason for all this? Making Evan my son‑in‑law was your idea, and now postponing the wedding is your idea too. What did you mean by what you said on the arena? Why would I regret it if I didn’t agree to his request?”
Blue‑Shade God‑Venerable raised his wine cup, took a slow sip, and smiled. “Rainveil, call Zoe over. Maybe it’s time Evan gave her an answer. I think we all have questions in our hearts—this is the moment to clear them up.”
Rainveil’s confusion deepened, but she still sent someone to fetch Zoe. The room fell silent; everyone had something to say, but no one knew where to start.
It wasn’t long before Zoe arrived. Her stunning face looked drawn, as if she’d just been crying—her eyes were red. She sat beside Rainveil. “Mother, why did you call me here?”
Rainveil turned to Blue‑Shade God‑Venerable. “Now that Zoe’s here, shouldn’t you clear up everyone’s doubts?”
Blue‑Shade God‑Venerable glanced at Evan and said, “Evan, isn’t it time you told everyone who you really are? We want the truth.”
Evan hadn’t expected Blue‑Shade to put him on the spot like that. After thinking it over, he forced a smile. “What are you getting at, old friend? I’m just some nobody who ascended to the God Realm a dozen years ago—what ‘real identity’ could I possibly have?”
“So you still don’t trust us. Tell me—can you use Sevenfold Absolute Cleave?” Blue‑Shade God‑Venerable asked seriously, eyes fixed on Evan as if he could see straight through his soul.
“What’s this Sevenfold Absolute Cleave you’re talking about? That’s the first I’ve ever heard of it. Please, old friend, don’t leave me confused—just spell everything out.” Evan said helplessly, still unwilling to reveal his true identity.
Blue‑Shade God‑Venerable didn’t get angry—instead, he smiled. “Sevenfold Absolute Cleave was Lord Frostbane’s signature sword art. In the whole God Realm, only he could use it. You haven’t shown it in front of everyone, but I’m sure you can. After all, someone used it just outside Rainbow Court not long ago.”
I know what you’re worried about. Lord Frostbane and I were close friends for years. When he fell, it was hard for any of us to believe. During the War of the Gods, everyone was fighting for their lives—we only learned he’d died after the fact.
But his junior martial brother, Lord Thunder, said he’d return to the God Realm—reincarnated, in a new life. Right now, the God Realm looks peaceful on the surface, but underneath it’s a raging storm. Sect wars could erupt any moment. And the time until the Crimson Demon Star appears is getting shorter—soon, Supreme Titus of the Demonic Realm will break his seal and revive.
And Rainbow Court Mistress Rainveil was once Lord Frostbane’s woman. Their relationship hadn’t yet been made public, but plenty of people knew. Zoe Rainveil is actually their child. That’s why I stopped you.
At the same time, I urged you to accept the engagement so other sects would get involved with Rainbow Court. If an enemy force planted such a key piece here, it would be a fatal blow. I’ve said enough—now I think you really ought to tell us the truth.
If you weren’t Frostbane reincarnated, no ordinary person could have your heaven-defying talent and cultivation speed. Everything you’ve done shows a level of maturity that, in some ways, might have already given you away.”
Evan’s face twisted strangely when he heard this. He’d never dreamed Zoe Rainveil was actually his daughter—he’d nearly married his own child! That was a taboo beyond redemption. Thank the heavens for Blue‑Shade God‑Venerable; if not for him, Evan would never have been able to show his face in this world again.
“Mother? Blue‑Shade Uncle—is it true? My father was Lord Frostbane? Why did you never tell me? So Evan is Lord Frostbane, which means he’s my father? How is that possible? You must be lying to me, right?” Zoe Rainveil was losing her composure.
“Zoe, it’s all true. Back then, Lord Frostbane and I were together, but our relationship wasn’t official—we were both leaders of powerful factions, and we had to be careful not to let others exploit us. Then, during the War of the Gods, your father fell.
Everyone thought you were my second daughter, but you’re really my first. That so‑called ‘big sister’ was just a lie I made up to protect you. Lord Frostbane was famous in the God Realm—countless women admired him, even the Qilin Princess, who was the most beautiful woman in the God Realm. Several faction leaders wanted to marry her, but she only loved Lord Frostbane.
During the War of the Gods, when she heard Lord Frostbane had died, she followed him in death. As for me, I only survived because I was already pregnant with you—otherwise, I would have joined him, too. You’re Lord Frostbane’s only surviving bloodline in the God Realm. I had to live, to raise you to adulthood.” Rainveil said helplessly, glancing at Evan.
“Evan, we’ve said everything there is to say. Isn’t it time you told us the truth? Or do you really plan to hide it for the rest of your life?” Rainveil pressed.
Sweat broke out across Evan’s forehead. He’d never imagined things could take such a dramatic turn—it was unheard of. He’d thought he was marrying Rainveil’s daughter, but it turned out to be his own daughter.
And the woman he loved had become her mother. Evan was stunned. The truth was undeniable—he had no choice but to face it.
At this point, there was no hiding it anymore. Evan could tell they weren’t acting—Rainveil’s expression alone proved it was real.
“I know you all want to know who I really am. You guessed right—I am the one you’ve been talking about…”
PS: I’m traveling out of town this afternoon. Updates will be sparse for the next couple days—please don’t rush me!