Bai Yue's grief-stricken face calmed somewhat. She suddenly turned around and clutched Long Haochen tightly. "I'm sorry, Haochen, I'm sorry. It was your mother who wronged you. I never should have hidden everything and created this misunderstanding that nearly led to an irreparable mistake. I'm sorry, for making you suffer so much all these years."
Yes! Ever since Long Haochen had followed Long Xingyu in cultivation for two years, Long Xingyu had taken Bai Yue away, depriving him of his parents' care and love. Over the following decade or so, he had relied on no one but himself. He had faced life-and-death trials more times than he could count. If luck had not always stood by his side, Long Haochen would likely have died long ago on the road ahead.
And throughout those ten-odd years, neither Long Xingyu nor Bai Yue had ever truly helped him in any way.
Long Haochen's body swayed faintly. After more than ten years of tempering, his will had long since become as firm as iron. Yet at this moment, his heart was filled with a twisting pain. Only now did he learn that his father had never regarded him as his own son. Then why had he raised him? So that one day, he could kill the Demon God Emperor and enact the father-son slaughter Long Xingyu had imagined?
Long Haochen's heart was full of bitterness. In this misunderstanding, Long Xingyu had been hurt, and Bai Yue had been hurt as well. But the one who had suffered the deepest injury, and who was the most innocent, was him! A child who clearly had parents, yet had not received their love or care for more than ten years, and had even been doubted by his own biological father. He was not an orphan, yet