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After a long while, Empress Shangguan Linglang managed to gradually steady her emotions.
However, within another mysterious barrier, a silver-haired man suddenly knelt on one knee, clutching the area over his heart, gasping for air like an ox, his sweat pouring down in streams.
His handsome face was nearly transparent, and the corners of his mouth were bitten until they started to bleed.
This was indeed the long-absent Ancestral God of Han Family, Huanya's President Han Qianxun; the faithless man referred to by Empress Shangguan Linglang, and the chief culprit she wished to tear to pieces and reduce to ashes—the ruler of the Yutian Imperial Dynasty from a thousand years ago, Han Ziye.
"Linda, do you still hate me so much? If you feel this way, how am I ever going to be able to stand before you?" Han Ziye knelt on the ground, the corners of his mouth slightly twitching into a bitter smile as he murmured to himself.
He carelessly wiped the blood from his thin lips.
