He slowly stepped forward, each step sending a circle of golden ripples across the ground: "Mr. Wang.….."
The voice was soft, yet it made King Shangwu shudder all over: "Do you truly believe that the one on that dragon throne... is still my father?"
King Shangwu's pupils contracted fiercely, his aged face twisted with anger.
He clenched his fists tightly, the joints making unbearable cracking sounds.
He simply could not understand; King Shangwu truly could not comprehend the meaning behind the Crown Prince's words!
"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"
King Shangwu's voice was hoarse and terrifying, as if squeezed from the depths of his chest: "Your father is just... just old!"
"It's the hidden injuries from his conquests in his youth, and now it's simply a backlash!"
As he spoke, tears welled up in his cloudy eyes.
