Wherever there is oppression, there will be resistance!
Editor: Kurisu
As soon as the curled up Li Yinzhu saw Song Shuhang, her eyes lit up.
The pair of male and female attendants greeted Shuhang.
"Fellow Daoist Song, hello."
"Good morning, Fellow Daoist Song."
Song Shuhang got up from the floor and patted away the dust on his clothes. Then, he greeted the pair of male and female attendants and said, "Fellow Daoists, good morning to you two too. Many thanks for taking care of my daugh— Little Yinzhu."
That was close. Song Shuhang almost blurted out the words 'my daughter' just now. The reason was the strong influence he had received after experiencing Daoist Priest Li Tiansu's life.
Next, he shot a glance at Li Yinzhu, who was curled up on the bed and trembling. After pondering for a moment, he took out his treasured saber Broken Tyrant.