However, at this moment, Lin Daogong's feelings were extremely complicated.
His most proud and beloved child was right in front of him. How could he say the words to make Lin Zhexuan refuse to fight?
'Father, don't let him agree, don't let him agree…'
Lin Yeqiu tried to speak urgently but couldn't make a sound, only mouthing the words.
Lin Daogong's heart was troubled and he couldn't even look directly at the other person, clenching his fist tightly.
"Why are you silent, is Lin Zhexuan really afraid to fight?"
"Just one match to save ten lives, even if it takes all his might, he must go!"
"Could it be that we really can't win, that there is no way?"
In the Thirty-six Thousand Immortal Cities, countless people were getting anxious. Although they knew the importance of Lin Zhexuan, those twenty prisoners of war were once renowned prodigies, and swapping ten of them back was surely worth a Lin Zhexuan.
Lin Zhexuan's face was grim, and he did not speak for a long time.
