Hearing Xing Yi knock on the door, Jiang Ping An opened his eyes.
Separated out a Avatar, opened Barrier, walked out of Cultivation Room, and saw Xing Yi with an anxious face.
"What's wrong?"
This was the first time that the other party suddenly disturbed him. There must be something important.
Xing Yi was a little panicked and said in a hurried tone, "Quanzi just used God Sound Talisman to contact Beizi, but before he said a few words, the contact was lost. I wanted to contact him again, but I couldn't get in touch. Maybe something happened to Quanzi at the Zhao Family, and I want to go and have a look."
The son suddenly said "Father, I love you" and lost contact. He realized something was wrong and wanted to find his son.
"Okay."
Jiang Ping An did not refuse and agreed directly.
He has been a father and knows how worried a father feels about his children.
"Thank you, sir!"
Xing Yi did not dare to delay. After handing over the management of Command Token to Jiang Ping An, he immediately left the hall and went to the Zhao Family to find his son.
Jiang Ping An separated out an ordinary Avatar, sitting in the main hall to guard the door, while the main body Avatar continued to practice in Cultivation Room.
Xing Yi has been away for two months and has not come back yet.
Not doing so for such a long time made Jiang Ping An vaguely aware that something might have happened.
Sure enough, in the third month, Xing Yi came back.
Xing Yi, who had been cleared of Yin energy's energy and regained his youth, became old again, with red eyes and a face full of grief and sadness.
Jiang Ping An put away the book and asked, "What happened?"
Xing Yi sat directly on the doorstep, holding his head in pain, his lips trembling, "My son... is dead."
Jiang Ping An opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally closed his mouth. He had experienced this kind of pain and knew what it felt like. Words of comfort were of no use at all. If comfort was useful, there would be no pain in the world.
Xing Yi's red eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, "Why? Why can these powerful forces be so unreasonable? Why can my son only do good deeds but not get any good rewards, while those people can live freely?"
With tears and sorrow, he roughly recounted what happened.
Not long ago, he received a message from his son and rushed to the Zhao Family to look for his son Xing Xiu.
On the way there, his son Xing Xiu's life card was shattered.
The life card is bound to a person. If the life card is broken, it means that the person bound to the life card has died.
Xing Yi couldn't accept this result, so he went to the Zhao Family to find out about his son.
Zhao Family first told him that there was no such person. Later, when he kept asking, he was told that his son had gone into a secret realm to explore. He entered a dangerous zone without knowing his own strength, encountered danger, and eventually died.
Xing Yi realized that there might be a problem here, so he didn't ask too much, but investigated secretly.
Sure enough, after several months of investigation, we found a different answer.
The son Xing Xiu did enter the secret realm, but not because he entered a dangerous zone, but because he saw a group of people who wanted to harm a female cultivator.
The son couldn't stand it and took action to teach those people a lesson.
However, those people were direct descendants of the Zhao Family, and they turned around and took revenge on his son.
Xing Yi sat on the steps and hit his head hard with his fist, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. Why did you educate your son to be a good person from an early age? It's all my fault!"
Xing Yi beat his head crazily, his head collapsed, tears streaming down his face, and his voice was full of pain and self-blame.
If he had not taught his son to be a good person since childhood, but had taught him to be a selfish person, perhaps his son would not have suffered from this kind of thing.
Jiang Ping An sighed, "The fault is not you or your son, but those people. Those people think they are superior. They think they have Judgment the power over other people's lives. They think the world should not disobey them."
Jiang Ping An once believed that things happened to people around him because of himself. Later, a little girl told him that it was blaming others' mistakes on themselves.
Xing Yi grabbed his hair in pain and tore it off, causing blood to flow, but he seemed to be unable to feel the pain. In other words, the pain in his heart at this moment far exceeded the pain in his body.
The pain of losing a child can only be truly understood through personal experience.
Even if a long time has passed, in the dead of night, in my spare time, the beautiful past with my son will turn into a sharp knife and cut into my heart repeatedly.
Xing Yi cried for a long time before he slowly subsided, but his red eyes became ferocious and terrifying.
He took out a Jade Slip from the inner world, raised his hand and handed it to Jiang Ping An.
"Lord Jiang, I have some things to do in my humble job. I cannot fulfill my previous promise to you. I will continue to help you on duty."
"This Jade Slip was accidentally obtained by Beizhi back then. It records a special Divine Art with a dark attribute. It was precisely for the purpose of practicing this technique that Beizhi came here."
"Unfortunately, Talent is not suitable for this technique. During the practice, the energy of Yin energy entered the body. Now it is handed over to the Lord. I kindly ask you to accept it and allow me to leave."
Jiang Ping An looked at the determination in Xing Yi's eyes and knew what he was going to do. He said solemnly, "You have to think carefully. If you take this road, it will be a Road of No Return. If you are not careful, you will be in catastrophe."
Xing Yi laughed miserably, "What could be worse than a white-haired person giving a black-haired person a gift? Although the Yin energy Qi in the humble body has been removed, the foundation is damaged, and it is impossible to continue practicing, unable to continue to become stronger and wait for hope."
If he, Talent, were still around, he might still be able to look forward to getting stronger and seeking revenge.
However, there is no possibility for him to become stronger. His son is dead and he has no attachment in life.
Jiang Ping An remained silent for a while, stopped persuading, and silently accepted Jade Slip from the other party.
Xing Yi cupped his fists at Jiang Ping An and bowed deeply, "The humble post has contacted Island Lord Residence to inform him of his departure and proposed to transfer the management rights to the adults. The adults can directly contact Island Lord Residence."
Before he came back, he had already made the decision to come back here just to hand over Divine Art to Jiang Ping An and make up for his kindness.
Jiang Ping An silently watched the other party leave. Only Jiang Ping An was left in the empty hall, which seemed particularly deserted and lonely.