Chapter 845: The Best Choice

d her sixteenth year, she wouldn't know how to handle business matters.Liàn Yī knelt for not long before the steward, Wú Zhōng, rushed into the courtyard with a grim face, his eyes sunken and black...."Yes."

Wen Zhao Ming did not beat around the bush, but gave a positive answer.completely draining all power from the evil blade's hilt. The purple, black, gold, and yellow colors swirling in mid-air instantly vanished.The ripples spat out another mouthful of blood, her cultiva...