Yang Lujia was shocked through and through.
That voice had long been forgotten in the depths of his heart.
Why did he have to hear that voice again? It was that voice that had once terrified him in the past. It had long been engraved in his soul, the fear and the urge for him to defend himself and the want to surpass this man so badly.
"I am just here to give you a message," the figure in front of Yang Lujia, which he believed to be his father, spoke, waking him out of his stupor.
Yang Lujia unconsciously bowed his head. Although he did not want to, this action was very involuntary. It was as though a sort of reflex to him, a habit that he would find hard to scrap off.