Lan Ling's words were like knives, each one stabbing into Libu Zheng's heart.
Libu Zheng's expression was complex, his face filled with pain. After a while, he finally said, "Uncle Lan, I don't know what happened more than twenty years ago, but I believe my father would never betray his brothers!"
"Even if he did betray them, I believe my father had his reasons."
Lan Ling shook his head slightly and said, "Libu Zheng, I don't want to involve you in the grievances of the previous generation. You are a good child with extraordinary talent in cultivation! Pursue the Dao well."
"I don't care whether your father had reasons or not, and you should not interfere with my decision to let Lin Bai cultivate the Zhanlong Sword Skill."
Lan Ling said lightly.
