"I'm very sure, he absolutely doesn't have such intentions." Zhu Yu came to her senses and waved her hand, "I dare not say how loyal my father is to the Holy Emperor, but at least there is one thing I can be sure of—he doesn't have such great ambition.
To speak of ambition is actually being polite; my father was never a person of great aspirations, nor does he have any designs on the world or its four seas.
Father is someone deeply enamored with the smelting and forging of Black Iron.
If he thought about anything day in and day out, from beginning to end, it might be that in his lifetime, he could create a peerless blade that could be passed down through the ages like the legendary Ancient Divine Blade.
The only 'world' he cares about is creating the most formidable weapon, that's all."
