Li Youzhu opened the letter, his expression changed several times, becoming exceptionally complicated, and finally let out a long breath of muddy qi:
"These years, we've been trapped in the manor, and I've been looking for ways to get out, and to test the Nine Ancestors stationed outside."
"I changed my appearance, opened a bookstore here, all to prevent myself from being exposed and implicating my daughter."
"And you..." Li Youzhu secretly communicated:
"You're a slave who escaped from the manor, also persecuted by those Demon Cultivators, and after escaping, you lived with my daughter. I've tolerated you for long enough."
Ning Zheng: "..."
The half-joking tone indicated he wasn't truly angry.
Otherwise, he would have killed me long ago.
He wouldn't have given me basic entry-level books when I was still a mortal.
But I was a slave who escaped from the mountain before.
Now I'm the Manor Master.
Ning Zheng certainly wouldn't say that.
