Immediately, Fang Liang realized how shortsighted he had been. What kind of person was his father? In his youth, he traveled far and wide, experiencing all sorts of events, hadn't he?
However, some matters later on became unspeakable and taboo, so his father no longer mentioned them.
At this moment, Old Man Fang stood in the courtyard, looking at his son before him, his gaze complex, filled with excitement and hope for the future, as well as worry. But he knew what it meant to find life from a place of death.
In this world, sometimes when an opportunity arises, you must seize it and take a gamble; otherwise, it's hard to know what the outcome will be.
Moreover, he knew that the strange stone his son wore around his neck, which had turned from black to red, had come back once more.
There was also a secret here that Old Man Fang hadn't told his son.
Because the same person had instructed him not to tell others.
