Everyone had attachments. Even a ruthless tyrant like Xiong Ba was no exception. His attachment was You Ruo, his own flesh and blood.
Years ago, when the Heavenly Alliance was attacked by over a hundred assassins, You Ruo had also been one of their targets.
In that battle, Xiong Ba had willingly used his body to block a sword for You Ruo, suffering severe injuries.
From that moment onward, Xiong Ba had deeply understood his own weakness. He knew he had not yet reached the point of severing all emotions and disowning even his closest kin.
His daughter You Ruo was his sole weakness, the greatest obstacle that could prevent him from ascending the throne of dominion over the world.
But if he wanted to remove that obstacle, he naturally could not kill his last remaining relative in this world.
There were many ways to make a person disappear. Death was the simplest, but he could only choose the most troublesome one.
Thus, he expended manpower and resources, gathered many skilled craftsmen, and constructed an enormous artificial lake. At its center, he built an exquisite pavilion of gold carvings and jadework to house his daughter.
The lakeside pavilion was surrounded by water on all sides. Even the foremost masters of qinggong in the martial world needed a boat to cross the lake and reach it.
And within that seemingly magnificent structure lay countless deadly mechanisms.
After You Ruo was settled in the lakeside pavilion, only Xiang Lian, the servant girl in charge, was allowed to bring her meals morning and night. No other disciples or maidservants were permitted to enter the pavilion without authorization, nor were they allowed to leave that prison by a single step.
As for the many craftsmen and laborers who had built the place, Xiong Ba