"Of course, it's me." Zheng Ming, although he had never heard Zheng Ming speak, deliberately made his throat sound rougher, as if his voice were damaged. This way, it was hard for anyone to spot the flaw.
"That's good, brother. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. It was wrong for father to put everything on your shoulders all those years ago." Mu Waner stood up and staggered toward Zheng Ming.
She fumbled to extend her hand, as if to grasp Zheng Ming. Her demeanor was so helpless, so pitiable.
"Big Brother, our Changtian Sect hasn't been able to comprehend the Green Lotus Sword Song for over a thousand years. To be honest, according to the sect rules, Changtian Peak should have been renamed for someone else long ago." Mu Waner said, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she added, "Dad was just being narrow-minded."
Although Mu Waner was speaking of her own father, Zheng Ming could feel from her expression that this accusation was causing her great pain.
