"Humph, you only know one thing but not the other. The Sword Clan wants the Sword and Saber God Emperor's bloodline. Once offspring are produced, Martial Soul will transfer, and bloodline will transfer, then Ling Jiaojiao becomes a waste.
It's better to be dead.
Just afraid she'll be treated like trash, locked in a dark room for life. What's there to envy about that."
"Shh! Keep your voice down, you shouldn't say such things carelessly."
"So what if I say it? I'm not like that useless old codger, his granddaughter is about to be tormented to death, yet he doesn't even dare let out a fart."
"It is quite disgraceful."
Such conversations, how could Ling Yuhua not have heard them.
But what can he do?
If even a genius like Ling Xiao got killed, what is he worth?
He doesn't want his granddaughter to enter the Demon Cave either.
But if he dares to say one more word, all the Ling Clan members present with him will die.
