"Tianming!"
An aged figure suddenly lunged before Li Tianming, prostrating himself on the ground with tears and snot streaming down his face.
It was the Sui Shen Clan's old Saint Ancestor, Sui Shen Xiao.
His eyes were bloodshot, his expression miserable and panic-stricken, as he begged Li Tianming, "For Yao Yao and Aurora's sake, please spare Ranshao's life! Now that the Qitian and Hellfiend clans have been destroyed, Ranshao is no longer qualified to dream of being one of the three Daoyu families. Please give him a chance to repent. From now on, he can turn over a new leaf and assist you! He can help you govern this Destiny Imperial City! He has experience, and he is familiar with the million realms!"
The old Saint Ancestor's frantic plea for mercy was, in the end, born of a father's desperate love for his son. As a parent and an elder, he was kneeling before Li Tianming at this moment—it showed just how terrified he was.
"You and the Qitian Clan and Hellfiend Clan were irreconcilable enemies, but you and our Sui Shen Clan are bound by countless threads. Your conflict with Ranshao was merely a clash of tempers, not a fight to the death!"
"For the sake of how our Sui Shen Clan once sheltered you, could you give Ranshao a way to live? He is Yao Yao's father!"
The old Saint Ancestor wept bitter tears.
After saying that, he sobbed in grief, preparing to kowtow to Li Tianming.
The surrounding Sui Shen Clan members exchanged looks when they saw this scene.
As members of the Sui Shen Clan, their hearts were naturally tangled.
Now that Ranshao's fall was beyond saving, everyone remembered old ties and hoped Li Tianming would spare him for the sake of family... That was understandable