Lu Yin's expression changed dramatically, and a storm surged in his heart. He could imagine how despairing Ming Yan must have felt at that moment. How hard must it have been for her to judge her own father? Was the Shenwu Empire really that important?
"Make preparations at once. I'm going to the Shenwu Continent." Lu Yin left Purple Mountain King's Mansion and headed for the Space Station.
En Ya hurriedly issued the order to the Space Station.
Soon, the Aurora spaceship set off for the Dark Mist Territory.
Lu Yin stared into the dark starry sky, his heart heavy.
Her father's death had already dealt Ming Yan a tremendous blow. With all her other burdens on top of that, he didn't know if she could endure it.
Now that the Eastern Frontier Alliance had been established, Lu Yin didn't particularly care if the Shenwu Continent was part of it. He had joined the Shenwu Empire in the first place because they needed someone to take the lead. As far as the Eastern Frontier Alliance was concerned, the Shenwu Empire was less important than the Nine Heavens Gate, which was nothing more than a puppet.
Meilan White Night and the others had known Lu Yin would show up. When he arrived at the Space Station, all the White Night Clan members kept their distance. They knew his mood wasn't good.
Lu Yin couldn't be bothered with them. With Huo Qingshan's help, he went straight to the Shenwu Continent.
Ming Zhaoshu had a terrible reputation across the Shenwu Continent, but he was well regarded in Shanhai City, where he had lived for so many years.
So when he died, the people of Shanhai City fell into mourning.
The entire city was bustling with activity. They were handling Ming Zhaoshu's funeral while