The Demon Empress feared that one day, she might become like that too. As long as she could take revenge, she was not afraid to die. Even if she had to serve Situ Xuan like an ox or a horse, charge into battle for him, she was willing.
But she was only afraid that her daughter would be left helpless in the future and come to a miserable end.
Lan Fozi's nature was too kind and innocent. She was not suited to this world where the weak were prey to the strong. With Situ Xuan's protection, at least she could live her life in peace, without spending it fighting and killing like her.
Lan Fozi stood beside her mother, looking somewhat blankly at Situ Xuan in the main seat. Though she did not know what had happened, she could still sense that this man's status was extremely high, so high that even her always-unruly mother had to bow before him and submit.
She gently tugged at the corner of her mother's clothes, wanting to ask something, but the Demon Empress stopped her with a look.
Now was not the time to speak. Do not anger the master.
Lan Fozi pressed her lips together, obediently closed her mouth, and stood quietly at the side, saying nothing more.
Situ Xuan's gaze fell once more on the Four Dark Heavenly Kings on the ground, and his eyes gradually turned cold.
These four had no small amount of blood on their hands. Back when the Holy Spirit Cult caused those tragedies of slaughtered villages and exterminated clans, more than half of them had been done by them or by their subordinates. The innocent commoners who had died at their hands numbered eight thousand, if not ten thousand.
Now, it was time to settle the