"However, I, Zhou Yan, have no regrets at all. I've done everything I could at this point. Therefore, I only hope that the Pan Emperor can give me a bit of hope. This hope isn't about demanding anything but... if I truly perish, I hope the Pan Emperor would spare my daughter Yanyan Sisi and my son Hou Chen. They can actually step into the Immortal Buddha Divine Race, but it's your excessive prejudice that's led to the so-called division between the Human Clan and the Divine Race."
"Of course, apart from them, I hope to preserve some lives, like Hong Yuqiao and others. They are pure preachers, and were nurtured by the Immortal Buddha Divine Race... As for the rest, it depends on your own view, Pan Emperor. If you wish for destruction, then destruction it is; if you wish to keep them, keep them."
Zhou Yan said in a deep voice.
At this time, like a man whose words become kind before death, Zhou Yan found himself utterly helpless, with no way to respond.
