Nangong Wushuang felt a bit awkward when she uttered those two words.
But she still remembered Nangong Wudi.
She even remembered that when she was little, Nangong Wudi had taught her many things.
If Nangong Wudi had stayed with the Nangong family, she wouldn't be Wushuang.
After many years...
Her childhood memories resurfaced.
"In a way, yes, but not entirely your sister anymore," Zhuque shrugged. She then picked up a chair, sat down, and glanced at the Third Elder standing beside her. "I'm not disrespecting elders, it's just that you aren't my elder."
"You!"
The Third Elder was momentarily speechless. If it were anyone else, he would have shattered them into pieces! But with the aura Nangong Wudi was currently displaying, he dared not make a rash move.
It felt just like facing Nangong Wushuang.
Powerful, and Nangong Wudi gave him a more primal, more bloodthirsty feeling, as if she had emerged from a battlefield.
"Twenty-odd years... The last time I saw you two, I think I was still in elementary school." Zhuque looked at the tea on the table, then at the Second and Third Elders. "Back then, you only had a little white hair... Oh right, if I recall correctly, it was you two who were hunting me and my mother back then, wasn't it?"
The complexions of the three elders changed simultaneously.
The First Elder finally remembered that it was indeed the Second and Third Elders who had jointly pursued Nangong Wudi and her mother!
However, their efforts had been in vain.
"I was lucky back then. My master was there and saved me and my mother, otherwise, you wouldn't be seeing me now, nor would I be able to reunite with my good sister." Zhuque spoke as if discussing something trivial.
"Alright, I'll get straight to the point. I'm not here to reminisce, and I'm certainly not here to cause trouble. There's not much to cause trouble about anyway. The Nangong family won't be around for long, so there's no need for trouble." Zhuque pouted. "Oh, and by the way, I haven't changed my name all these years. Do you know why?"
Silence.
Jiang Tao, who was following Zhuque, opened his mouth. This beauty was also from the Nangong family, and had such a background?!
Judging by their expressions, not only was her background special, but her strength was likely special as well.
No wonder Lin Xiao said that following her would guarantee safety.
Although in some ways she still had the sharpness of youth, the pressure she exerted on the people in the conference room indeed gave him a sense of security.
"I, I want to remind myself how I got this name, who it was that tricked my mother, abandoned her, and even tried to kill her." Zhuque's voice was calm, but the expression on her face gradually turned ferocious. "Every time I recall those days, I longed for this moment, longed for the day I could return and destroy this place with my own hands, destroy you all with my own hands."
"Today, I have this opportunity."
Zhuque looked at Nangong Wushuang. "Your father, he, he's still alive, right?"
"He's alive, living out his retirement," Nangong Wushuang shook her head. "He said he was sorry to both of you, mother and daughter, and also said that if you returned, he wouldn't have me stop you."
"He knew I would come back?"
Zhuque was somewhat curious about this.
"Because, it was he who sent people to save the two of you back then."