"...." Caesar's eyes filled with tears, but he quickly lowered his gaze and forced them to evaporate.
Not out of gratitude...
But out of humiliation and self-loathing.
If death wants to take you, it must get through me first.
He had made that promise to his father hundreds of years ago.
He remembered it clearly.
He remembered the confidence with which he had spoken those words.
The certainty.
The pride.
The belief that one day he would stand before every danger and shield his family from it.
Yet somehow, the roles had reversed with terrifying speed.
Years passed.
Wars came and went.
Enemies rose and fell.
And despite all of his growth, despite all of his achievements, despite becoming someone feared by countless cultivators...
The gap between him and his father only seemed to grow larger.
Yes...
If he appeared beside his father on any battlefield, he would be the burden that needed saving.
The person his father would protect.
Not the other way around.
