Watching his father's soul imprint slowly disappear right before his eyes, Chen Changan nearly leaped up and cursed.
"At the critical moment, you ran off?"
"You had time to say all that. Couldn't you have finished the part about what I should watch out for?"
"Did you do that on purpose?"
"You're the one I should be watching out for most."
They'd finally managed to meet, but Chen Changan felt like he'd have been better off never seeing him. There wasn't a shred of that last good impression left.
"I'd better see what he left behind."
Chen Changan noticed that after his father disappeared, a chest had indeed appeared not far away.
He walked over and opened it. As he stared at what was inside, his expression slowly shifted from eager anticipation to anger.
"You old bastard!"
"This is what you left me?"
"And you said it would be something really useful?"
"Tell me, what the hell is this thing even good for?"
The chest was big enough to hold two people, yet when he opened it, all it contained was a single, simple sheet of paper.
It bore a few large characters.
"Better to rely on yourself than on others. Son, I believe in you!"
Chen Changan took another deep breath. One day, he was going to have a proper spar with that old bastard.
With a thought, Chen Changan burned the paper to ashes. Just looking at it was enough to get under his skin.
But to his surprise, after the paper burned, another sheet appeared inside the chest.
"Are you angry now?"
"Did you burn the paper? Decide it was better not to see it?"
"Do I know you well, my dear son?"
"Don't worry. Am I, your father, really that unreliable? That was just a little