"How dare you still call me father-in-law."
The Military Saint sighed, a look of disappointment in his eyes.
Lu Yunqing looked guilty, clenched his fists, and knelt. "I failed to protect Ning'Er. It's all my fault!"
"If I hadn't prepared a contingency, I fear Ning'Er truly would never have entered into Reincarnation."
Hearing this, Lu Yunqing's head snapped up, a look of joyful surprise appearing in his eyes.
Ning Tomb did not answer him. Instead, he looked toward the small, white-haired old man, Master Xun.
It wasn't just him. The Cabinet Minister, Yuan Xuangang, Princess Jinwu, and the white-robed Monk Jiang Shan all turned to look at this Great Zhou National Preceptor, who had hidden in the Mortal World, lying dormant for a full sixty years.
Chief Minister Yuan Xuangang's eyes narrowed. "I have long heard that the nation of Nan Zhou exists in name only, its Sovereign a mere Puppet and its Court a decoration. This must be your handiwork."
