Yan Hongzhao had always mingled with bandit gangs and seldom spoke more than necessary when action could be taken.
It was precisely this ironclad policy that enabled her to unite these unruly bandits, who hailed from all corners of the land, into a formidable force.
Her words had just finished echoing.
Ghost Face, bursting with excitement, immediately shouted, "Lay down your arms and be spared! Lay down your arms and be spared! Lay down your arms and be spared!"
The deafening cries reverberated in front of the great hall.
Standing in the corner, Yan Wanqing watched with a smile, her arms crossed.
Her fifth sister had grown up and was now capable of standing on her own.
The nightmare of her past life finally began to disperse from her heart.
How wonderful.
Yan Wanqing lifted a finger to her eye, wiping away a tear.
She didn't know why she was crying, only that a rush of emotions from past and present lives converged in that instant, forming this single hot tear.
