The Crimson Blood Horse!
Li Tiangang sat steadily atop the Flood Dragon Lion, his gaze falling on the youth in the middle of the road ahead.
He immediately recognized the warhorse beneath the youth. Then he looked at the boy's face, strikingly handsome and clear-featured, especially around the eyes and brows, where he saw traces of the woman he loved, whose features were etched into his heart.
Li Tiangang's heart jolted.
Li Hao was also studying the sturdy, composed man.
The blurred image in his memories seemed to sharpen at that moment. This was the man who had rubbed his head with a rough, broad hand fourteen years ago.
They had not seen each other for fourteen years, yet in that brief meeting of their eyes, both recognized the other almost instantly.
Whoosh!
Li Tiangang suddenly leaped from the Flood Dragon Lion's back and landed before the youth's Crimson Blood Horse.
The youth swiftly dismounted as well. Naturally, he could not remain on horseback while speaking to his father.
"Hao'er?"
Li Tiangang's voice trembled slightly.
Li Hao felt the concern and deep emotion in his voice, and the lingering sense of unfamiliarity vanished in an instant.
Perhaps this was what it felt like to be bound by blood?
"Father."
Li Hao spoke too. The word came awkwardly, with a touch of embarrassment, but he knew that the man before him was his father in this life.
Overcome with emotion, Li Tiangang pulled Li Hao into his arms.
After fourteen years apart, his child had grown so much!
Emotion surged through him.
Within that broad embrace, held by those strong, thick arms, Li Hao immediately felt a solid sense of security.
At that moment, his heart seemed to settle.
He gently wrapped his arms around his father's waist too, but suddenly