"Indeed, the bond between mother and son is deep. Your mother sacrificed everything for you, selling herself into servitude. Otherwise, how do you think such spirit pills and cultivation methods came to be within your means? If you can bear to see your mother die at our hands, then leave."
"Don't believe him, leave, quickly leave." Aunt Xiu cried out with tears flowing down her face, but the tears on her face undoubtedly validated Su Deacon's words.
"Just kill me." Tang Bufan glanced at Aunt Xiu, who bore some resemblance to him, and then at Han Yunyun, who stood defiantly, never yielding, understanding everything. He sighed and said.
"Foolish child, do you think this will make them spare your mother and sister? As the descendants of the Han Family, they won't spare any of you." Just then, a long sigh emerged from inside the door.
A gray-haired old woman slowly walked out from the inner room; it was Tang Bufan's grandmother.
"Grandmother!" Tang Bufan's body trembled.
