The three young men had joined uncle Xiang's fleet because the elders had begged them again and again. They had sent generous gifts to the door, hoping to get a job that would be enough to support their families for the younger generation.
The young men had never thought of doing such a thing. Every three years, a young girl would be killed. How many sins had uncle Xiang committed in the past 57 years?
The old man's expression was uncertain, perhaps he was struggling to decide whether to admit or deny it.
He had been talking for a long time, but no one from the Yu Lun void realm came over. It was as if everyone had given up on him and had no intention of saving him.
All these years, he had been working hard for the people of the Yu Lun void realm and never dared to make any mistakes. He was determined to join them. Why did they not treat him as one of them at this time?
