Seeing Yuan Wang, the man turned his head and said in a muffled voice, "You still know to come back?!"
Just as Mother Yuan was about to speak, a violent gust rushed in through the doorway, snuffing out every lamp in the room.
A cold, sinister aura flooded the room, carrying a faint scent of blood to their noses.
The man's expression changed instantly as he demanded angrily, "Why is the stench of blood on you so strong? What did you do?!"
Yuan Wang flashed a wild, unrestrained smile, the little canine tooth on the left side of his mouth lending him a wicked air.
He said carelessly, "Went and killed a few people."
"What?!" The man slapped the table and shot to his feet in shock. "Who did you kill?"
"Just a few old bastards. They'd already lived long enough anyway." Yuan Wang remained utterly nonchalant.
He slowly walked up to the man, smiling as though he had not a care in the world. "Father, are you truly unwilling to teach me the Cangshui Heavenly Art?"
Father Yuan's brows drew tightly together. "I've told you before—you are not suited to cultivate the Cangshui Heavenly Art!"
Yuan Wang lowered his head and chuckled softly. "Not suited?"
"...Then don't blame me for being ruthless."
"What?"
Before Father Yuan's words had even faded, a black longsword pierced his body, swiftly devouring his life force.
Father Yuan had been completely unprepared. He lowered his head in disbelief to look at the sword thrust through him. "You... you unfilial wretch!"
Wrinkles and a sickly yellow pallor instantly crept across his fair, smooth face.
Mother Yuan drew the longsword at her waist in shock and knocked Yuan Wang away, then lowered her head and held Father Yuan, whose life force was rapidly fading.
With tears