"Amitabha!" Abbott Jingkong did not show any peculiar reaction, pressed his palms together in a salute to her, "Indeed, I knew Benefactor Zhan. Regrettably, though he was gallant and of noble character, he passed away in the prime of his life, as if riding a crane to the heavens, truly lamentable!"
Her throat choked with emotion, Zhan Se's eyes reddened, "Thank you, Abbott, for holding my father in such high regard."
"Amitabha, Benefactor, please accept my condolences!"
Her face tightened, Zhan Se nodded.
Emperor Quan, who had not shown any reaction thus far, squinted his long, sharp eyes into slits. Seeing this, he extended his hand, lifted Little Thirteen again onto his neck, wrapped one arm firmly around Zhan Se's waist, and coolly looked at Abbott Jingkong, uttering a sinister hum.
"Abbott, you really are well-cultured, we take our leave!"
"Benefactor, go in peace!"