Jiang Ren was tremendously shaken.
With disbelief written all over his face, he looked at the young man before him and said, "You, you've figured it all out?"
"Nonsense! If it had been a bite, with the Iron-armored Beast's teeth, your son's leg would have been torn off alive..."
Hearing this.
Jiang Ren knew he could no longer hide it and knelt down with a plop.
"It's all my fault, all my fault... it's all me..."
Fang Yu snorted coldly and said:
"You call yourself a father? I guess you wanted your son to embark on the path of cultivation early, so you extracted essence blood from the Iron-armored Beast to try to change his physique and meridians. But you ended up being clever only to make things worse, accidentally poisoning him. Am I right?"
Jiang Ren hung his head, his face full of shame.
Hearing Fang Yu's words.
