"In such a short time, have you completely understood the legacy of incense, integrating it into one..."
Watching Xie Tian leap towards the golden rift, the god surrounded by sacred fire muttered softly.
It seemed like a murmur, yet the upcoming intense battle in his eyes caused his nearly still heart to start beating again.
The beating was powerful and urgent, blood surged to his head, turning his divine eyes crimson.
He too ignited with an unprecedented fighting spirit.
Father's despicable shamelessness made him feel the greatest grief due to a dead heart.
Father's death and disappearance caused him pain amidst numbness.
Feeling abandoned by the whole world, he couldn't imagine that at his life's lowest point, his father's murderer would hand him the only hope for revenge.
Drip...
Drip...
Tears, reflecting his divine eyes into blood-red eyes, kept falling.
The enemy's actions deeply moved him.
