In the depths of the Bitter Prison, a constant chanting echoed, sacred and unfathomable.
Zhao Sheng slowly emerged, and his gaze suddenly fell on the person sitting cross-legged, facing the wall.
The person facing the wall seemed to sense something, and the chanting abruptly stopped.
"Father, you have returned."
After a long silence, the Red Dragon Son finally spoke, but his voice was neither joyful nor sorrowful, appearing extremely calm.
Zhao Sheng sighed lightly, "Foolish child, since ancient times right and demon cannot coexist, it's not too late for you to turn back now!"
"What is right? What is demon? Among the three thousand paths of the world, are there really distinctions of right and demon? It is not your child's mistake, but father's knowledge barrier is too deep."
After speaking, the Red Dragon Son slowly turned around to finally face his "father."
Zhao Sheng looked at that utterly familiar face, and his heart suddenly sank.
