"Your grandfather's remaining cultivation was completely abolished, reducing him to an ordinary person who couldn't even hold a knife."
At these words, Father Xia couldn't help but choke up, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"With the downfall of the dynasty, we had nowhere to go. He drove us like pigs and dogs, exiling us to the most remote Xingyu City in the East Province."
Your grandfather served as the City Lord for only three years, yet he was constantly despondent every day.
Severely injured, he had long lost all will to live, and no desire to survive.
"Counting the time, today marks the twenty-fifth year since your grandfather passed away."
"Previously, there were spies he sent to monitor Xingyu City. After your grandfather left, those spies also vanished."
"You always asked me if our family has some special background." Xia Feng smiled wryly, "Well, yes, but it's not a good thing for you."
