"Don't worry my son... I'll avenge you..." The patriarch of the Wang family, Wang Jiantian, squeezed his son's shoulders as they tore through the skies in the family's flying ship.
They were flying to the royal capital, accompanied by their family's personal guard: 100 powerful cultivators of the enlightened soul realm.
Wang Haoran heard his father's words, but his mind didn't even seem to compute the meaning.
His body had already recovered, at least almost all of it; his balls had been lost, as had his pride.
"No father... I'll kill him myself, I'll take those women... I won't accept such shame!" Haoran gritted his teeth, punching the table hard.
"Ah... just don't embarrass your father, okay?" Jiantian shook his head.
If his son was so sure of solving the problem himself, there was little he, as a father, could do other than support him.
After all, in Haoran's words, that enemy was just some transcendent.
The possibility of his son's defeat didn't even cross his mind.
