When one person attains the Dao, even his chickens and dogs ascend to the heavens—let alone his own flesh and blood.
"Teacher, when my father fights his way in, do you want to live?" Fu Zilin asked.
Huai Bingyi suddenly felt incomparably awkward; he simply couldn't answer, couldn't bring himself to say it—especially to tell a ten-year-old child that he wanted to beg for his life.
"I do… I haven't really proven my worth in this world yet, of course I want to live." Huai Bingyi said with difficulty.
Fu Zilin said, "Then kneel down and beg me, listen to my orders, and from now on I'll plead for you in front of my father, okay?"
Huai Bingyi instantly burned with rage. Fuck your grandpa, Suo Lun is a bastard, and the son he sired is no good either. He's only ten, and he wants Huai Bingyi to kneel to him?
Huai Bingyi's face twitched again and again as he forced down the killing intent in his heart; he really wished he could slap this scheming little brat to death.
