Ye Zhiqiu was guessing who this black-robed man, who claimed to be Long Chen's father, might possibly be in this era.
But no matter how hard Ye Zhiqiu racked her brain, she couldn't figure it out.
At that moment, Long Chen groaned, and blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Zhiqiu bit her red lip.
Did she really have to take care of this man for half a year?
Looking at Long Chen, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but recall the scene of him slaughtering numerous Martial Gods.
That image had a huge impact on her.
She thought she would never forget that peerless battle in her lifetime.
Now, seeing Long Chen's life hanging by a thread, Ye Zhiqiu had no thoughts of revenge.
But if she didn't seek revenge, how could she face her deceased uncle?
At that moment, Ye Zhiqiu's emotions were incredibly complicated.
