"You've lost."
Xuan Bird stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at the green-robed middle-aged man opposite him.
"Yes, I have lost…"
The green-robed middle-aged man's face was crestfallen as he slowly descended, landing beside the vermilion coffin.
"Son! Your father is useless. I was defeated this time."
The green-robed middle-aged man's eyes reddened, and he choked up as he spoke.
"Father, life and death are decreed by fate, and wealth by Heaven. Besides, I can still live for a few more days, can't I? There's no need for you to worry. I will spend my remaining days accompanying you."
The young man in white smiled and extended his hand to gently wipe the tears from the corners of the man's eyes.
Seeing such a touching scene, Big Black Cat, who was standing to the side, pursed his lips, unsure of what to say.
"As long as you don't blame your father, it's alright."
