Upon hearing these words, Dongmen Nu was momentarily stunned, his gaze shifting from Lin Fan to Dongmen Buju, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
He gulped loudly, thinking he had misheard, and forced a slight smile.
"Father, what...what do you mean by this?"
Dongmen Nu was no fool; he understood the sarcasm in Dongmen Buju's words. This was a challenge to his inability to hold a knife or sword, questioning how he could possibly kill Lin Fan without hands or fists.
His pupils shook, his jaw trembled violently.
Dongmen Buju remained expressionless, stepping forward to pat Dongmen Nu's shoulder, whispering, "My son, go back; this is not a place where you should be."
Dongmen Nu's body twitched, staring incredulously into Dongmen Buju's eyes.
"Father... what's wrong with you? I'm your son... don't you recognize me? I..."
"Go back."
Before Dongmen Nu could finish, Dongmen Buju coldly cut off his questioning, turning to walk toward Lin Fan.
