"Before my father passed away, he sealed the Black Mountain Sword permanently within the forbidden chamber. Even I was not qualified to glimpse it, yet he passed down the White Water Sword to Ye Shu."
Lin Zheng's face was indescribable with bitter resignation, "As a legitimate son of a Marquis, my father did not pass the sword to me, but to an illegitimate child like him. Do you know how the Guest Elders and subordinates in the mansion regard me, the Young Marquis?"
That's why he would rather destroy the sword that symbolized the honor of the Marquis Mansion with his own hands than let Ye Shu wield it.
Baili An was unable to take a stance. He had never experienced such noble family feuds and had no idea how to comfort Lin Zheng, so he could only maintain his silence.
