Zhaoyao Peak is the burial place of Lin Zhenghan and his wife. Back then, the family was rushing to Yongdu, the capital, to recover, but they were suddenly intercepted and killed by a group of men in white.
"Zhao Jian, take Xin'er and leave first!" Lin Zhenghan threw his son in his arms to the guard.
"Yes!" Zhao Jian picked up the struggling Asher Blake, "Master, let's go."
"I won't leave!" There were many people in white clothes with strong spiritual powers. The young Asher Blake realized that this meeting would never be possible again.
"Xin'er, be obedient. Dad will be looking for you in a few days." Lin Zhenghan had blood beads on his brows and his face was frosty. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes but smiled tenderly. He put the yellow jade pendant into his son's arms and pushed it hard. Put, "Go!"
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