The clan elders' verdict had been delivered. Just as Nangong Yi had once been powerless to change Nangong Yan's fate, Nangong An could only accept it in silence.
Just as Nangong An's heart filled with despair, a Communication Talisman that had been silent for eleven long years began to tremble slightly.
"My Lord?! It's you, My Lord! After eleven years, you've finally contacted me!"
Nangong An was ecstatic.
At his most helpless moment, when he had hit rock bottom, a new ray of hope appeared.
"Nangong An, I shall descend in half a month. You know what needs to be prepared, don't you?" a male voice transmitted from within, casual yet laced with a lofty arrogance.
"Yes, yes, of course. This humble one will spare no effort to arrange everything My Lord requires. I will ensure your satisfaction," Nangong An replied, his voice respectful as he suppressed his elation.
