In the depths of Wolong Mountain, an elder knelt down in front of a cave, his cries of grief echoing continuously into its depths.
"My son..."
"I robbed five bandit leaders' wives and fathered seven daughters, and it took such effort to finally have a son."
"And now he's dead! His head even chopped off and hung on the city walls!"
"The one who killed him, his entire family deserves death, I will send them all down to accompany him."
The elder was the bandit leader of Wolong Mountain, and his son was the dark-skinned young man who had previously led the bandits in an ambush against Lin Xing.
Now, the elder constantly kowtowed in the direction of the cave, his tears and snot mingling as he spoke sorrowfully, "Holy Daughter, I want to avenge my son. I know Zhang Tiande cannot be killed now, but what is Lin Xing?"
"My son is already dead, why should he continue living well?"
