That parting had separated them by life and death.
Wang Yu's relationship with his father had not been especially harmonious; there had been more courtesy than closeness between them, and the root of it lay in "his birth mother's death." That matter had become a knot in his father's heart.
He could understand it, so the relationship between father and son had always been plain and ordinary, never particularly deep. Besides, he was a reincarnator who possessed Previous Life Memory.
Since he had already become independent, he had not felt lonely. Instead, he felt that maintaining a certain distance was a way of interaction that left both sides comfortable.
And yet, a man was no grass or tree—how could he be without feeling? After many years together, the kinship they had built swayed as if ready to collapse, but its foundation was extremely solid.
After learning of his father's death, he still felt deeply grieved. Now, standing before the gravestone, a thousand words and ten thousand phrases transformed into longing, and when they came out—
They were soundless in the silence.
Wang Yu knelt, kowtowed three times, then turned and left the place.
It was time for revenge.
Following the address Old Man Ning had given him, Wang Yu set out alone. In less than half a day, he arrived at the place where Stone Lake City's Old City Lord was spending his retirement.
It was on a small mountain over seven hundred meters high outside the city. There seemed to be an as-yet-unformed Spirit Vein here, and the surroundings contained thin Spirit Qi, barely enough to sustain Qi Refining Early Stage cultivation.
This is also someone who had failed in his attempt to break through to Foundation Establishment, just like Duan Ping. But he did not have Fatty Duan's