"Dad, I missed you so much..."
Xue Yong's voice choked with emotion.
All the pain, grievances, and endless longing endured in the Blood Demon Cult could no longer be restrained at the moment of seeing his father.
This strong child, who persisted through desperation, fought with wolves, and bore humiliation silently, could finally remove all his disguises and burdens before his closest person, pouring out all his vulnerabilities and helplessness.
Xue Wuyang listened to these words of blood, feeling a heart-wrenching pain in his heart.
Usually, as the Three Armies Instructor with Cyan Dragon bloodline in the Royal Army, he is calm and composed, but at this moment, he could no longer hold back. His eyes were red, and tears rolled uncontrollably down his cheeks as he repeated, "Son, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's my fault, for letting you suffer..."
Yang Lingfeng, Cathrina, and Qin Tian, who stood beside Yang Lingfeng, all stood silently by without interruption.
