He Yulu raised his head and stared coldly at Ye Futian. His daughter had died but Ye Futian still spoke so condescendingly.
"Don't look at me like that." Ye Futian stared coldly back at him. "I know you want to kill me. If I wasn't from the Cottage, I'd be dead long ago. I wouldn't even be standing before you.
"One year ago, your daughter He Xirou brought Luo Junlin and people from the Royal Xuan Temple to the Cangye Kingdom. She threatened the kingdom to hand over my family. At that time, I didn't even know your daughter."
Ye Futian stared at He Yulu and said coldly, "If I hadn't made a name for myself in the Ancient Barren World at that time, if strong cultivators from the Liu Kingdom hadn't gone with me, what would the result be? My family would die horribly because of your daughter's name. I would also die quietly because, in your daughter's eyes, I'm nothing. Where were you, the father?"
