"You can kill me." Zuoqian closed his eyes. His arrogant martial arts cultivation had already achieved the awareness of neglecting life and death. Since he was defeated in the war, he deserved to give up his life.

However, he only felt his neck loose and opened his eyes in amazement, only to find that Xie Xuan had taken back the Tibetan dragon sword.

"I didn't say I wanted to kill you." Xie Xuan shrugs helplessly. "I just want to ask you where my father and mother are. Please send them back soon."

"Oh, I forgot." Zuoqian also smiled bitterly. He remembered that Xie Xuan was asking him where his parents...