Planning During A Time of Crisis

Lan Buhui smiled impassively. "Since that's the case, let me ask a favor of you in advance… Should you see my father when you reach the underworld, please send him my regards."

There was a look of familial love in his eyes. He went on softly. "He left home when I came of age at twenty years old and never came back ever since… I miss him very much. Very, very much."

He said, "Since you are also a Nine Tribulations, if your spirit remains after death, I'm sure you'll see him."

Mo Tianji smiled slightly. "I'm only afraid that after I speak to him, he'll be very disappointed in you. That would be a very ugly sight."

Lan Buhui replied impassively, "If he can come to my dreams to lecture me because of that, then what harm is there in me slaughtering the world?"

Looking at Mo Tianji, he suddenly asked, "Do you have a father? Is your father still around?"

Mo Tianji was taken aback. All of a sudden, there was some nostalgia in his eyes.