After Sun Hao returned, Sun Daoya appeared early the next morning, and he went straight to confront his father.
He asked about the matter of his origins.
Sun Daoya looked at him with some surprise, his expression grave as he said, "That friend of yours told you all this?"
"He gave me a few reminders, but most of it came from my own thinking."
"Why were you unwilling to tell me the secret of the armor before? Why, when you heard that I was going to roam Heavenly Action Continent with Brother Lin, did you tell me the secret of the Immortal Palace?"
"And Black Mountain... what exactly happened with that group of dead cultivators!"
"Father, I'm no longer a child. I want to know the truth!"
The gravity between Sun Daoya's brows remained, without the slightest easing. His old face, calm as an ancient well, was filled with the marks of years on the verge of decay.
He suddenly smiled and said, "Hao'er, you really have grown up... You can stand on your own now. You can do even better without any help from me. On the contrary, I've already become the one dragging you down."
"I am indeed not your biological father, but over these past decades, I have always regarded you as my own son." Sun Daoya's voice eased, carrying a faint tremor.
He had imagined this day, imagined taking the initiative to tell Sun Hao the truth.
The only thing he had not expected was that this day would come so quickly!
Some things could not be sealed away beneath the soil.
Sun Daoya told him the truth. Just as Lin Heng had said, he had been with that original group of cultivators from Heavenly Action Continent.
As for that man wearing armor, he was most