Li Xuan's injuries had not yet healed, and his aged face was full of weariness and weakness.
But the posture in which he held his sword had not changed a bit, and although his voice carried no hostility, it was cold and indifferent as if he wanted to sever ties with something unclean.
He said faintly, "This old man is very grateful for your help during Lihe Sect's time of danger."
Baili An didn't speak, patiently waiting for the old man to finish his thoughts in one breath.
Li Xuan took a deep breath, as though the action pulled at his wounds, a pallor on his face tinged with an abnormal blush, and words tumbled out with a cold, fishy breath.
"Your righteousness, Li Xuan will never forget, it's just that I hope you can understand that in this life, I only have one daughter, Jiujiu."
He slowly closed his sorrowful eyes. He had heard every word between Baili An and Su Jing of the Taixuan Sect on that day's battle.
The young man was a corpse demon.
