"Impossible! Tian'er would never be defeated! This must be an illusion."
Amid the crowd, Wang Tianqing's eyes bulged as he shook his head violently, unable to accept this outcome.
In his mind, Su Tian was his proudest son, a veritable qilin destined to rule the world and dominate an era. Su Han, on the other hand, was merely the son of a palace maid—someone he had never valued and even somewhat despised.
Now, the qilin of a son in his eyes had been defeated repeatedly, while the Su Han he scorned displayed an air of invincibility. This was impossible for him to accept. What's more, he held a deep-seated grudge against Su Han; if Su Han won, his own crisis would only grow.
