All the clanspeople looked at Saran weeping, shamefully lowering their heads.
They dared not defy the authority of the Divine Envoy Lord.
Moreover, they were the slaves of the Divine Envoy Lord to begin with.
The Divine Envoy gave them the sacred land…
Saran's father was not the first to be killed by the Divine Envoy.
Such things were something they, as adults, could accept.
But for little Saran...
It's truly been hard on her.
Her mother, who accidentally fell while mining, had half her body fractured and lost her sight.
Her home was solely supported by her father.
The tasks of two adults and a child all fell on her father.
It was naturally an impossible task.
…
Truly a life of suffering for the child.
Sigh.
…
A faint sigh resounded once more around them.
The breeze on the cliff top blew the sigh into Mu Fan's ear.
His gaze coldly swept across slowly.
So this was the sigh from earlier.
His left hand hung at his side, tightly clenched at the moment.
