"..." Yin Qizhang fell silent for a long time before he slightly parted his lips, "It's not that I'm afraid to see her; I'm afraid I won't be able to resist the urge to bury her with my own hands."
He had almost foreseen how Xuan Yue City gradually became a vassal of the Dragon Descendants, step by step.
With his daughter in someone else's hands, how could he refuse their commands.
On one hand was his only daughter, on the other, the entire Xuan Yue City.
Yin Qizhang displayed a self-deprecating smile, "The merciful do not assume command, those who hesitate only bring suffering upon themselves. Perhaps I'm really not cut out to be the City Lord."
Chaotian Sword Sect sent out twelve letters, all of which went unanswered.
He reached out his hand, in which there was a wrinkled piece of letter paper. He had not used a Jade Slip but had written it himself, intending to send it to Nanyang, yet in the end, no messengers were dispatched.
