All the clanspeople watched Salan cry, their heads lowered in shame.
They did not dare defy the Divine Envoy's authority.
Besides, they had always been the Divine Envoy's servants.
It was the Divine Envoy who had given them the Holy Land...
Salan's father was not the first person the Divine Envoy had killed.
As adults, they could accept such things.
But for little Salan...
She had truly suffered.
Her mother had fallen while mining. Half her body had been smashed to pieces, and she had lost her sight as well.
Salan's family had depended entirely on her father.
The duties of two adults and one child had all fallen upon him.
That was naturally an impossible task.
What a pitiful child.
Sigh.
Soft sighs rose from the surroundings once more.
The breeze atop the cliff carried those sighs into Mu Fan's ears.
His icy gaze slowly swept across the crowd.
So this was where those earlier sighs had come from.
His left hand hung at his side, clenched tightly at that moment.
Salan's helpless, bewildered, sorrowful cries stabbed into his heart again and again.
He had seen too many dead people.
But...
That sentence—"But I don't have a father anymore"—made Mu Fan's cold heart contract sharply.
He was far luckier than Salan.
At least he still had hope.
But now, that Divine Envoy he had never met had crushed every last bit of hope this girl possessed.
"Can Father still come back to life?"
Under those hopeful eyes, Chief Liefu only felt an agonizing pain in his strong heart.
Yet he could only pat her head in consolation.
"Salan, Old Geli's soul will return to his homeland. You must inherit his will."
At those words, tears spilled uncontrollably from Salan's bell-sized eyes. She wiped them away forcefully and