I Won’t Be Paying for the Things I Break!

Ye Zong looked up at the Storm Sword in Zong Yi's hand, his face gripped by shock. He understood what this Storm Sword represented. This sword symbolized supreme authority. It went without saying that the House of Storms had tremendous power, being the foremost major sect in the Central Empire. It was watched over by a Godly Venerable powerhouse with hundreds of Mystique Venerable Rank fighters below them, and it directly controlled fifty or so nations and over three hundred smaller sects throughout the Great Eastern Continent. Such a formidable entity was extremely impressive.

This Storm Sword was the symbol of their lord.

Was the House of Storms' lord going to pass on his position to Zong Yi? Ye Zong shot a glance at Ye Chen, inwardly sighing. 'My daughter, it's not that your daddy doesn't love you. If you're married to Zong Yi, you'd be their future lady with far-reaching power. Why be sentimental over the tiny Xiwu Ye Clan?'