The tiger, cruel as it may be, does not devour its own cubs.
Yet today, merely because of his defiance, his esteemed father had ruthlessly tried to kill him!
If it had not happened to him personally, if he hadn't clawed his way back from the Ghost Gate Pass, if he had only overheard this as someone else's story, he wouldn't have dared to believe it.
Yu Chiyin laughed—his laughter dripping with sarcasm and cold detachment, yet tinged with a profound bitterness for himself.
"I've saved you."
Amid the suffocating silence, Old Master Yu's face darkened as he opened his mouth:
"I let Qihan die in your place. I've already settled his family. No third party will ever know of this matter."
"To stage my 'fake death,' you've certainly gone to great lengths." Yu Chiyin couldn't suppress a cold chuckle.
"You need not mock me."
Old Master Yu snorted, his tone icy: "For over twenty years, I have poured my heart and soul into you, placing all my hopes in you."
