"I'm afraid things are not as simple as you think. At that time, your father, together with the heads of the four major sects and the iron-masked judge king, Hua Xuzi of the Qingxu Temple, framed me as a "big thief of plum blossoms", which was a little strange. But for your rescue, I'm afraid that I would have already died. Now, all these people who participated in the siege died unclearly. Except for the iron-masked judge king, who disapproved, I'm afraid that this matter is related to your father more or less." Pan Qingcang listened to her and suddenly remembered the past, so he couldn't help but think about it.
"Brother Pan, maybe my dad misunderstood them at that time. He's also one of the victims. Besides, he's dead now. Don't hate him anymore, okay?" Zhuang Mengdie seemed to be unha
