"Difficult, is there really no other way?" Wang Xiangru's face was pale as she sat below.
Her husband, Li Fenghua, had also rushed back from Cangzhou with troops. In the previous battle defending Qingzhou, he had nearly fallen and was now seriously injured, yet to recover, looking wan and sapped of strength.
Li Xiaoran gave her a cold glance, not paying her any heed, instead fixing his gaze on Li Tian Gang.
Li Tian Gang's face was ghastly, having not expected that in just over a month, the Li Family would be brought to such a dire strait.
"I will go and request the ancestral blood ritual now!"
Li Tian Gang clenched his back teeth slightly and rose to speak.
He glanced at Li Xiaoran, wanting to say something to his Fourth Uncle, but the latter's gaze was ice cold, treating him like a stranger, which caused him a pang of heartache.
He knew why.
