Jiang Shan clenched his fist, then opened it. That stream of spiritual power converged into a faint light, wandering in his palm.
"This is my power..."
He felt it was very unreal; the power flowed so smoothly within him that it felt somewhat surreal.
"So he... is he still alive?" Jiang Shan asked tremblingly.
Xiang Beifei fell into silence again, and after a long time, he slowly said, "I'm sorry."
Jiang Shan stumbled, almost unable to stand, and collapsed onto the wooden bench beside him. He clenched his fist tightly, seeming to age ten years in an instant.
"I still couldn't save him." Jiang Shan looked extremely pained, holding his forehead with both hands, his whole body trembling slightly.
Xiang Beifei hesitated for a moment, then with a wave of his hand, Xiao Houzi's body appeared in the courtyard.
"Xiao Houzi!"
Seeing his son's corpse, Jiang Shan felt all his strength leave him. He walked over dumbly and held his son's body in his arms, his eyes becoming a bit dazed.
