"I was wrong; I shouldn't have sent you to the frontier so early. You have never let me down, never!"
His trembling voice echoed, and Lin Yeqiu, with disheveled hair, trembled. His eyes, moist with tears, couldn't hold back any longer, and tears streamed down his face, along with a runny nose, making him look extremely sloppy. No one could imagine that he was once a peerless genius of ethereal elegance and unparalleled beauty.
'Father... your child is unfilial...'
Lin Yeqiu cried out in grief; he no longer addressed him as 'old man' but instead called him 'father.'
Besides them, among the other captives, there were also geniuses from the Jiang family saying their final farewells to Jiang Qiuyu.
They were all within the domain of the purple-robed middle-aged man, clearly seeing what was happening outside and understanding that this was indeed a final farewell.
