"Exactly, exactly, as long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. We should rescue the Little Ming King, and then quietly hide away. After all, the Ming King is left with just you and the Little Ming King. We don't want the Ming King's lineage to end!"
At this moment, Chen Long also advised.
Hearing the persuasion of the two, Han Ling'er looked somewhat troubled. She didn't know whether she should stubbornly coexist with the Zoroastrian Sect to the end. After all, what Elder Chen Long said was true — the Ming King only has two bloodlines left. No matter what, one must be preserved. The Ming King's lineage cannot be allowed to die out.
However, the Zoroastrian Sect was the foundation her father built with his own hands, how could she be willing to give it up? Can't it be saved?
At this moment, Han Ling'er looked at Liu Caidie. Liu Caidie was less conflicted than Han Ling'er; she had only one sentence: "I want to save my grandfather."
