Wu Mingli's tone and demeanor turned colder.
"They made it seem like they had done him and us an enormous favor with that proposition, with the captain even casually mentioning that Ding Xiaoli must have learned his cruelty from someone, insinuating that the store owner was probably just as vicious if not more so.
It never made sense to me. My father only did his job and somehow got the shorter end of the stick. All for doing something that the empire should have been doing in the first place: protecting its people.
No matter how much they tried to color it, sending my father to the borders to be a soldier was no different than sentencing him to death, especially when they said he would have to hold that post for life.
How was that any different than sentencing him to death? While he trained diligently, making him one of the strongest in his realm, in the end, he was still a foundation establishment cultivator.