C1322 Northern Ridge Warlord

white-haired old man frowned, his expression extremely cold, and even his breathing became hurried.

His six sons and one little Daughter.

Every single one of them was a treasure in his palm.

Now, one had died. If he didn't investigate this matter thoroughly and avenged this blood feud, he definitely wouldn't let this go easily.

On Tempest City's side.

The morning of the second day