"Grandmother, unless I die, I will never abandon you," Huayue said resolutely.
He was an orphan. If it weren't for the old woman who adopted him, enduring hardships to raise him to adulthood, he would have long since died in the wilderness, or even been buried in the belly of wolves. In his heart, Grandmother was his only relative and the person he revered the most. How could he possibly leave her behind?
"Heh heh, you've indeed taken in a filial grandson. He might have had a chance to escape, but he's chosen death instead. Well, that's not my fault," a swordsman dressed in black said with a sinister laugh.
"Spare them, and I'll go with you," the old woman said to the black-clothed swordsman.
"It's not necessary. Since they are all dead, you being alive is of no use. You might as well serve them properly," the black-clothed swordsman said, and with that, he thrust his sword at the old woman.
