Nalan Jing...
Master Nalan's brows furrowed. After a long while, he got up. The cup in his grip slipped through his fingers and fell to the ground. His face was ghastly pale.
He could finally recall that not long ago, Nalan Zhangqian and Nalan Jing had rushed to the border of the kingdom with a troop and had not returned to the imperial city since.
Master Nalan had completely forgotten about his own son and grandson!
"Master Qin, let's get to the border with your troop. I still remember that that bastard Liu Yunxiao has said that a master was waiting for Zhangqian at the border. We must set off now. If the warriors of the Nalan family die because of me, I can hardly absolve myself from the blame."
'They are the warriors of the Nalan family!' Master Nalan burst into tears. He had actually forgotten such an important thing and was carefreely enjoying the wine. It was all his fault!
Hearing this, Qin Feiyang was slightly startled.
