Upon seeing his daughter's actions, Jing River Dragon King's gaze faintly trembled, and an unusual light flashed in his eyes. His entire spirit seemed to collapse in an instant, and his figure was no longer upright.
"Xiuxiu, your father may have been truly wrong..." he sighed deeply and said.
At his words, Ma Xiuxiu frowned deeply and looked at him in confusion, saying, "Father, where have you erred?"
"As a father, I have given you nothing but hatred. I have truly erred, beyond all reason." He raised his hand and gently stroked Ma Xiuxiu's hair, his eyes softening as he spoke.
"Father, what are you talking about? You haven't erred, none of us have. It's them who are in the wrong." Ma Xiuxiu's face suddenly stiffened at his words. Stepping back two paces, she shouted loudly.
The hand of the Jing River Dragon King froze mid-air, a trace of melancholy appeared on his face.