His life shouldn't have been like this.
Su Lang bowed his head, unable to help falling into deep thought. If he hadn't met Qinghe as a child, perhaps he wouldn't have this Inner Strength, nor this martial arts, and wouldn't have encountered those humiliating things.
Once both a teacher and father and friend, the more love there was once, the more hatred there is now.
He once valued him so much, treated him as his sole reliance, considered him as his family, regarded him as everything. But how can a person change so easily?
Was he blinded by power, or perhaps something else?
Indeed, he probably will never be able to understand Qinghe in this lifetime, and can never forgive the harm he caused him.
Not far away, Liang Haoming was staring seriously at the Medicine Gu larvae soaked in Potion. He tugged lightly at his wife's hem.
