"Liu Zhenhai!"
Yuwen Qian could no longer endure it. She suddenly let out a furious roar, her delicate body trembling with indescribable rage.
"Father, this is a matter of great importance! Please think twice!"
Liu Zhenhai found it hard to believe as well. Of course he cared about his son's future. Seeing Liu Fancheng so stubborn now, he could only grit his teeth and drop to his knees with a thud, shouting, "A son's failure to learn is the father's fault! Zongyang's mistakes today are entirely mine. I beg Father to give the child a chance to turn over a new leaf. If punishment is due, punish me tenfold instead!"
Liu Zhenhai was in his prime and the pillar holding up the Liu Manor. His strength was already not far behind Liu Fancheng's, and as Yuwen Zhutings's deputy general, he was a figure in his own right.
Such an action, coupled with such words, was already exceedingly serious.
This showed just how difficult it was for Li Tianming to take this Divine Tomb Token.
At this moment, he and White Wind had effectively been driven into a dead end by Liu Zhenhai's words and kneel. There were not many paths left for them to take.
Should they give up a Divine Tomb Token to preserve the reasonableness of Liu Fancheng's behavior?
"You decide," White Wind communicated telepathically.
"We've come this far. Don't change course. Take the Divine Tomb Token and head to the Divine Tomb Cult at once. Secure the identity first," Li Tianming said.
In any case, people on Liu Fancheng's side would only think he had gone mad. Suspecting that the old man had been possessed was still a long way off.
"Fine."
White Wind then became incomparably cold, even somewhat angered, and snapped at his own "son,"