"Girl."
Xuanqiongzi narrowed his eyes, his smile turning from kindly to insincere: "Are you sure you want to take action against your grandmaster? There's no need for us to clash with swords."
"Words are futile."
The usually reticent Jiang Xiyue uncharacteristically spoke a long sentence today: "After today, I will take your head to mourn my father."
Hearing this.
Li Guanfu, beside her, breathed a sigh of relief.
He almost thought the two people next to him were going to turn against him!
"Good, good!"
Xuanqiongzi's face turned completely dark, his voice like a venomous dragon entering the minds of everyone present: "You unworthy descendants are truly beyond salvation. I've exhausted every means to give you a way out, yet you refuse. In that case, don't blame me, your ancestor, for disregarding our heritage."
"Senior, the way you're talking, it's as if we're doomed."
