After a farce, the crowd dispersed, and Father Feng's eyes reddened.
"Zhi Zhi, why did you agree to them? Even if father risked his life, he wouldn't let you become a slave! But now..."
He caressed Feng Zhi in agony.
Could it be that when the one-year deadline was up, he had to watch his daughter be ordered around and toyed with?
"Father, don't worry. I swear that I will never become a slave."
Feng Zhi lifted her chin and enunciated each word. "Who says that my bloodline is inferior to theirs? I believe that I will trample all of them under my feet and make them apologize for all the actions they have done to you today!"
She had this confidence.
After all, what she had now was not only water-type bloodline, but also the long-lost god of destruction bloodline...
Father Feng sighed, but he felt proud of Feng Zhi's attitude.
Recalling the rumors, he held her hand and whispered.
