The Fifth Sword Emperor was caught off guard, stammering, "Ningxiang, you... when did you..."
Lin Fan was somewhat calm.
This matter would eventually come to Mo Ningxiang's knowledge; paper cannot wrap fire forever.
He sighed deeply, avoiding Mo Ningxiang's shocked and puzzled gaze.
"Uncle Fifth... Lin Fan brother... what's going on? My father, what happened to him?"
Mo Ningxiang's voice trembled, her eyes blankly staring at the two, feeling as though the world was spinning, her body swaying as if she might fall at any moment.
The Fifth Sword Emperor quickly stepped forward, supporting Mo Ningxiang and helping her to sit down on the stone bench.
"You, see for yourself..."
One wave had barely settled before another rose.
Truly a troublesome autumn.
He placed the invitation he received before Mo Ningxiang, turning his back, unable to bear seeing her tears.
Mo Ningxiang's bright eyes brimmed with tears, swirling in her sockets, ready to fall at any moment.
