In the distance, a figure came hurtling through the air. It was Li Tiangang.
Li Hao's earlier roar had shaken the entire city, so naturally, he had heard it too. When he spared some attention to look, he witnessed the series of battles that followed.
He had stopped setting up the sacrificial formation. After all, the demons had been slaughtered, and there was no longer any need to summon the ancestors.
When his Divine Soul rose into the air, he saw Li Hao sheltering Li Muxiu from the two demon leaders and heard He Jianlan and the others calling to him. His heart trembled. Was that young man truly his child, who had fallen into the Abyss?
Now, overwhelmed with emotion, he rode the firelight toward them at full speed.
Before Li Hao, Ji Qingqing listened to his words, each one a needle that seemed about to pierce her heart. She could not help saying:
"It was my fault, but haven't you come back now? What do you want your mother to do before you'll forgive me?"
Li Hao's previously calm eyes suddenly flashed with cold light as he said:
"I came back, but your child died in that Abyss forever. I came back through my own ability. I relied on myself, not on you, or either of you!"
Ji Qingqing froze. Looking at the young man whose calm expression had turned icy, she realized she had said the wrong thing. Tears slowly streamed down her face.
"But I gave birth to you. Can't you give your mother another chance to make it up to you?"
Hearing her choked words, Li Hao instead glanced at her and said:
"A chance to make it up to me? Did I go to the Ji Family to seek death? Did I go to