"Chen'er... your grandfather has wronged you!"
At those words, Wen Haishan's pupils shrank abruptly. His body stiffened, his eyes reddened, and tears instantly streamed down his face.
Knowing Xiao Chen as he did, if Xiao Chen had gone, he would surely have fought.
The Ancient Faction and Demon Faction were terrifying beyond measure, powerful enough to crush the present age. If Xiao Chen encountered either one, he would certainly die!
At that moment.
He was utterly heartbroken.
He hated himself for being so useless.
He had actually dragged his own grandson down to be buried with him.
"My condolences. If anyone is to blame, blame the poor fate shared by you grandfather and grandson!" Xuan Yuan Wei said coldly. After giving Wen Haishan one last look, he turned and left.
His former opponent had become like this, and he no longer had any interest in continuing their rivalry.
But neither did he feel any pity.
The strong devoured the weak.
That was how cruel this world was.
"Chen'er, now that you are gone, there is no point in my living either. Your grandfather will come down and keep you company!" Upon hearing that Xiao Chen might have died, the last glimmer of light in Wen Haishan's eyes went out. He raised his palm and was about to strike the crown of his own head.
"Stop! That bastard of yours isn't dead!"
Just then, a fragrant breeze swept over him, and a voluptuous, beautiful woman suddenly appeared before Wen Haishan.
"Yunrou?" Wen Haishan froze, slowly lowering his raised hand.
Xuan Yuan Yunrou was his wife. Though she was not his first wife, they had still treated each other with respect for decades.
With matters having reached this point, he also felt somewhat guilty.
"For one bastard, you are willing to throw