After finishing all this, Bai Fengyin finally let out a long breath.
"Shen Hanyi, is it?" He suddenly spoke, his voice wrapped in Spiritual Power reverberating thunderously through the mountains.
"Your father's head is in my hand. Do you not wish to come out and see him one last time? After all..."
He lightly shook the blood-stained head in his hand, "His Primordial Spirit and the rest of his remains have been blasted into ash by me. This is your last memory of him."
Deep inside the cave, two figures suddenly froze.
When Shen Hanyi heard the words "father's head," her pupils contracted violently, and the color drained rapidly from her face.
Zhou Qing hurriedly pressed her trembling shoulders, giving her a sharp look indicating: it might be a trap.
"Do you think I'm deceiving you?" Bai Fengyin's cold laughter penetrated the rock walls, "Perhaps you should consider why I can accurately pinpoint this mountain range?"
