He cursed that his son died too early, not having had the chance to prove himself.
As a father, if he could not avenge his child, what face did he have to continue living in this world?
The Heavenly Ghost Emperor's heart was filled with inexplicable sorrow, and his gaze towards Wenren Zhao became increasingly sinister.
Wenren Zhao's scalp tingled under that gaze, unsure of how to react. As the clan chief of a prestigious family and a powerful force, he always carried himself with pride and arrogance in front of those inferior to him. Now, faced with a mightier existence, he naturally showed his true nature, one that was bullying to the weak and fearful of the strong.
His usual eloquence was nowhere to be found at this moment, and the fact that he did not kneel before the Heavenly Ghost Emperor on the spot already spoke volumes of Wenren Zhao's mental fortitude.