Facing Yang Fushuo's questioning, Yang Genshuo found himself at a loss for words...
Because Yang Genshuo knew... everything he said was true.
He just hadn't realized that Yang Fushuo had accumulated such resentment.
"I always thought... you really liked Alchemy."
Yang Genshuo muttered to himself.
At this moment, Yang Fushuo had slumped back into that corner, shutting off his senses, not wanting to communicate with anyone.
Completely in a state of self-abandonment.
Yang Genshuo pondered for a long time, not knowing what to say at this moment...
Should he say the family wasn't treating him as a tool?
But Yang Fushuo had been refining elixirs for the family for decades, with most profits going to the family.
Yang Fu's cultivation, Yang Feng's cultivation, Yang Shi's resistance against the Alien Race, the Array in Bright City...
