Bury My Son

In the sky.

Fang Qingli rode the azure phoenix from Xuanyuan Lake toward the Grand Pure Palace.

Fang Yuewei stood obediently at her side, not daring to say a word.

"His three lifebound beasts have all transformed into lifebound spirits?" Fang Qingli's expression was somewhat cold. Her eyes were slightly red and swollen, while her hands clenched tightly within her sleeves.

"Yes, Grandma." Fang Yuewei lowered her head.

"One arm was completely pulverized, right?"

"Mm."

"Even if a severed arm can regenerate, it will take years. And the regenerated arm's body-refinement level will not match the rest of his body. For a short time, it won't be able to bear his strength, and the impact will be immense. This means Little Bao'er has become half a cripple." Fang Qingli's tongue trembled as she spoke.

Images kept surfacing in her mind—of the child growing from an infant to a babbling toddler, bit by bit.

"Mm." Fang Yuewei only dared to nod.

"Your mother left early. I raised Little Bao'er with my own hands. Ah! He was usually so unruly—after suffering such a devastating blow, his days ahead will all be bitter." As Fang Qingli spoke, tears fell despite herself.

"Grandma..."

"Wei'er, of all people, why did he have to fight someone valued by the Revered God? Ah! He suffered such a huge loss. Luckily, he still has his life. After this setback, he can learn his lesson. Life can still go on."

Fang Qingli shook her head and sighed. No matter which way she looked at it, it hurt.

"Grandma, even if Li Tianming has such status, can't you, as the Divine Attendant Hall Master, stand up for your own grandson? To the Revered God, aren't you the most important person?" Fang Yuewei asked.

Fang Qingli shook her head. "The Revered