Eleven turned around, looking at Tang Hongtu, her face full of coldness.
She was very calm, but her eyes held an icy killing intent.
"I suppose you're very puzzled," Tang Hongtu said with a smile, "feel free to ask any questions, at the very least, I won't leave you in the dark."
"How is my father?"
"Very well, you hit the nail on the head right away. Don't worry, Tang Dingtian isn't dead. I wouldn't want to kill him; he's such a good furnace for True Qi, and soon, you'll meet him."
Tang Hongtu still wore a smile: "Imagine, a father and daughter who haven't met in over twenty years, meeting at this moment, isn't there some anticipation?"
Eleven didn't speak, her heart full of vigilance.
"Why do you want to kill me?" Eleven asked.
"Because you are Tang Dingtian's daughter. However, I won't kill you; I will only imprison you. For the rest of your life, I want you and your father to be trapped and die inside the stone chamber." Tang Hongtu's smile turned a bit sinister.
