"Tsk, nearly a hundred years later, their family began to flourish, and over the years they have provided me with quite a few conveniences."
"And this patriarch, by putting on this mask and becoming this Sword Slave, following behind his son's backside, is whipped by his own son a hundred times every day, hahaha!"
"What pride could he possibly have left, what arrogance?"
The old Sword Slave had crawled to the feet of the starved to death, only to be kicked down by Tuoba Ye standing beside him.
On the ground, Li Ping'an's eyes widened.
This old Sword Slave's son?
Xu Sheng let out a long sigh and transmitted his voice: "This Sword Slave wearing the bronze mask is the patriarch of the Tuoba family, it's unexpected that he would suffer such a fate, falling from the realm of a Heavenly Immortal."
Li Ping'an: ...
He silently took out three-tenths of his stock of poison and bewitchment Elixir Pills.
