It wasn't that Fang Laoliu no longer wanted his son. He had simply confirmed that his son wasn't in mortal danger and left.
Besides, as the number-one undercover agent, Fang Laoliu naturally knew that his emotions would be detrimental to his infiltration.
If he kept watching someone beat his son and his emotions fluctuated violently, a person like Sun Wutian might well notice.
So...
Out of sight, out of mind.
Go ahead and beat him. I'm leaving.
Boom, boom, boom...
Fang Che once again entered the endless cycle of being beaten.
All he could think was, That old geezer definitely saw it. He actually ran off without saying a word...
My dad is seriously... awesome!
It had to be said that Fang Che was blessed. Three peak experts were taking turns beating him, tempering his body.
It also had to be said that Fang Che was proud. Just who under heaven could accomplish this—have Xue Fuxiao, Sun Wutian, and Fang Yunzheng take turns instructing him?
But!
It also had to be said that Fang Che's experience was extraordinarily miserable! Such tempering was certainly beneficial, but who could endure wave after wave of continuous torture from hell?
Just as Fang Che had said during his speech: dying gloriously in battle only took one slash, but what about suffering that lasted for ages?
His words had become prophecy.
Now Fang Che was constantly wandering through hell. Even if this hell was meant for his own good, hell was still hell.
"Your cultivation is progressing very quickly, but your physical body still needs tempering. Your cultivation will continue to grow at this rate in the future, but your body needs to be forged!"
After viciously abusing him for two hours, Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che, who was covered in injuries, and smiled