"That is their fate... the fate of being born a child of the Suhe Family!!"
Suhe Lan gritted her teeth.
"So my eldest sister... was she really killed by you and your father?"
Although she had long suspected it, when the truth was laid bare for all to see, Suhe Lan's heart still clenched violently, and the pain brought tears to her eyes.
Just then, a series of whooshing sounds cut through the air.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people had appeared before Fang Shuwen.
The youngest among them was at least in his fifties. They were the Elders of Tingtiao Pavilion.
After all, Tingtiao Pavilion had been operating for many years. Although Fang Shuwen had already killed eight of them on his way in, that didn't mean there were only eight to begin with.
The group before him were all Elders who normally ignored worldly matters, concerning themselves only with cultivation in seclusion.
