Lou Fei Qiong smiled faintly and said, "I've thought about this cunningly. If he can survive, then everything I've done is meaningful. If he really dies, if he dies at your hands, then I can also accept it calmly."
"Why?"
"A dynasty that cannot protect the Ancient River does not deserve to exist in the world; it should be destroyed. Then, if I and the entire era are buried with him, it would be quite a grand spectacle."
Lou Fei Qiong paused for a moment and continued slowly, "Unfortunately, after this, no one will be able to read about this regret."
The heart of Lou Shan Cauldron pounded heavily; he never expected that the child he watched grow up could speak such weighty words.
"Human destiny is not on his shoulders, nor on anyone's!" Lou Shan Cauldron instinctively retorted.
"Then is it on the Zhao Family that sides with the Demon?" Lou Fei Qiong blurted out, and the glance he gave his father was speckled with disdain.
Lou Shan Cauldron stormed out, slamming the door.
