Duan Yanran didn't disturb him; she knew that for the events that happened at Dead Man Mountain, the ones who felt the worst were not them, but her husband.
Dead Man Mountain was built by him single-handedly; watching it get destroyed, his heart would bleed.
Indeed, even after cleansing the Second Realm, what difference does it make? If only it could bring back Dead Man Mountain, and his father to life, everything would be worth it.
Yu Jianfeng was still his biological father, past life is past life, this life is this life, not intersecting.
The family of this life is still family.
Ling Tianyu got dressed, took a quick shower, and went to the living room, where his mother Wen Jing was mending clothes. He glanced over and saw it was for her son.
"Do you plan to rebuild Dead Man Mountain?" Wen Jing, who had aged a lot, asked, given that her husband was gone.
"No rebuilding." Ling Tianyu took a sip of water and said, "Let's build a new place instead."
