He held tightly onto the gradually stiffening corpse of his son, his knuckles turning white.
Li Tianwen timely stepped forward, pressing down on Beicang King's shoulder, and shouted in a low voice, "Brother Beicang! Calm down!"
"Calm down?! How do you expect me to calm down!!" Beicang King suddenly turned his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, "That was my most beloved son, my youngest. Before his mother passed away, she insisted, word by word, that I take good care of him! Now I... now I..."
"I know!" Li Tianwen's voice suddenly rose, "but if you charge back now, what else can you do besides get yourself killed?!"
Beicang King trembled all over.
