Ling Xiao's words, perhaps simple.
Perhaps biased and extreme.
But they resounded in Heiye Wuxing's ears like a morning bell at dusk.
Deafening!
Indeed, he had never thought of it this way.
His son's death wasn't because he refused to concede, not because he wouldn't surrender or play the coward.
But because the enemy was too cruel.
Because his son was too weak!
Since his son's death, he had been in a state of depression, never even thinking of revenge for his son.
Firstly, the adversary held a noble status; secondly, the event hit him hard.
He couldn't protect his own son, could he not even protect this disciple?
A glint of determination flashed in his eyes.
Suddenly, he shielded Ling Xiao behind him, looking at the Dark Clan expert from Upper Eight Immortals Mountain who had been standing outside listening.
"Heiye Wuguang, do you not intend to intervene in this matter?"
Heiye Wuxing coldly asked the Dark Clan expert.
