“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants. “From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?” “Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!” His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered. He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart!
Madam He looked at Fang Tao and asked outright, "Tao`er, is it time to flee?"
Fang Tao sighed and said, "The traitors' influence is great now. Probably 80-90% of the Beiyuan City is no longer in our grasp, and we can only retreat first."
Although the reply was within expectations, a hint of melancholy still flashed in Madam He's eyes. She shook her head. "I don't understand the military matters. You can go ahead and make the arrangements."
After hearing their conversation, the many ladies and children immediately broke out crying. They had always been living a luxurious lifestyle since young, so how could they possibly dare face the agony of a life of constant fleeing?
"No, I don't want to leave the Prince Manor."
"I'd rather die than to leave the Prince Manor."
There were also people who fell onto the floor limply, without any spirit in their eyes.