The girl felt a jolt through her after hearing Polar's words. She entered a state of shock. Father… isn't returning?
Although Polar had said that it would only be temporary, the girl knew that things were not that simple.
"Patriarch… I…"
"Ling'er, cultivate well and don't be too sad. Perhaps, your father will return safe and sound ten years from now…"
Polar could not bear the pain and the only thing he could do was console the girl. Even though he knew very well that with the Ancestor God's temperament, he would very likely make Ling'er's father into a vessel to nurture demonic servants.
Ancestor God was cruel and ruthless, or it could be said that he showed no concern for life. To the Ancestor God, all the lives he met were no different from rocks or dust. Would an alchemist care if ores felt pain when throwing them into a refinement cauldron?
Ancestor God viewed life in the same way.
