"Girl, it seems that you really don't want to come to your senses."
Ning Kunshan gently shakes his head, sighing: "Then don't blame Old Ancestor for being too heavy-handed. You have to go to Young Lord Yin's side whether you want to or not. Since you don't want to be obedient, then Old Ancestor can only abolish your cultivation, then hand you over to Young Lord Yin, let him train you well! "
After saying that, he raises his hand, and his palm begins to gradually condense light.
"No –!!"
Ning Zhongbai yelled, throwing caution to the wind as he threw himself in front of Muyan, "Old ancestor, I beg you, please don't! This is Yan 'er's child, Yan' er's only child! "
He can't help but sob, tears streaming down his face, "Hasn't Yan 'er sacrificed enough for the whole Ning family? Why won't you let go of her only child? Father, father … "
Ning Zhongbai looks at Ning Fusheng, his face full of despair, "Father, Yan 'er is your most beloved child, Mu Yan is your granddaughter, how can you treat her like this?"
Ning Fusheng's face is expressionless, without a trace of pity or reluctance in his eyes.
He still says indifferently: "Everything is for the Ning family's prosperity, since she is a member of the Ning family, isn't it natural to make some sacrifices?"
"She didn't grow up in the Ning family, why should she sacrifice for the Ning family!!"
Ning Zhongbai screams hysterically: "Yan 'er already … already … I will never allow you to hurt Mu Yan, never!"
Ning Fusheng frowns, raising his hand and swinging it in the air.
Ning Zhongbai immediately screams, rolling to the side.
"Impudent, do you have the right to speak in front of Old Ancestor?"
Ning Zhongbai doesn't even have the time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He crawls in front of Ning Kunshan, kowtowing non-stop, "Old Ancestor, I beg you, please let Mu Yan go! I beg you to leave Yan 'er's child a way out, I beg you! "
Mu Yan looks at the frail body in front of her.
Kowtowing again and again, just to save her niece whom she has only known for two days.
Her heart suddenly feels indescribably sour.
The Ning family isn't without good people.
Her mother doesn't have any relatives who truly love her.
At least, she still had an uncle in the Ning family.
Muyan crouches down and forcibly helps Ning Zhongbai up. She softly says, "Second Uncle, don't beg them anymore. If they listened, my mother wouldn't have ended up like this back then. "
Ning Zhongbai's entire body trembled, and the tears in his eyes flowed even more violently.
He grabbed Mu Yan's hand and said with a trembling voice, "Child, do you know everything? Your mother, your mother, she … "
Mu Yan's eyes turn cold.
She didn't know how her mother, Ning Yanxin, was doing.
But he could roughly guess it.
He still remembered what Ning Kunshan had said when they were frozen.
It was Ning Xianting who sacrificed himself that allowed the Ning Clan to survive.
Later on, more and more descendants of the Ning Family were willing to sacrifice themselves.
To resist the curse left behind by the Palace Master of Magical Illusion Palace.
At that time, Mu Yan only listened to it as a story and didn't think much about it.
But now that he thought about it, were there really so many descendants of the Ning Family who were willing to sacrifice their lives to maintain the glory of the Ning Family?
Could her mother, Ning Yanxin, be one of them?
Mu Yan gazes at Ning Kunshan.
At that time in the cave, she really thought that this was a compassionate, guilt-ridden, and grieving elder.
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