"No tears. You're a man! A man can only shed blood, hold yourself together." Shi Zhenghui sternly berated.
Shi Zeyu's body stiffened, it seemed like that man was back again, he promptly lifted his head, preventing the tears in his eyes from falling. The Spiritual Energy surged, naturally dissipating the tears.
"Father, what should I do?" Shi Zeyu asked with a trembling voice unconsciously.
"Identify the problem, find the solution." Shi Zhenghui coldly spoke.
"I understand. I will definitely defeat Zisang Liuying and make it out of the group stage." Regaining his posture, Shi Zeyu's fists clenched tightly. His slightly red eyes rekindled his fighting spirit in an instant, and his muscles tensed up once more.
"Alright, go back and think it over thoroughly." Shi Zhenghui said lightly, his tone becoming mellower.
"Yes." Shi Zeyu gave his father a knight's salute, turned around, and strode away.