Huh?
There's hope!
Chen Changan had said a whole lot before, but none of it had worked.
But just now, when he said those last words—your father is dead—Shenwei had clearly shown a flicker of emotion.
It lasted only an instant, but Chen Changan still caught it. Even Old Jin had noticed the change in Shenwei.
"Holy crap, could he really still have his consciousness, only sealed away?"
"What Shenwei cares about most, respects most, and worships most is his father."
"The patriarch of the Floating Cloud Divine Clan held the highest place in Shenwei's heart."
"Say more. Keep provoking him."
"I'll tell you what happened in the great battle back then. You tell him."
"Okay!"
Old Jin began explaining from the side, and Chen Changan described the battle back then to Shenwei, as well as how his father had died.
As Chen Changan spoke, he and Old Jin noticed that Shenwei's emotional fluctuations were growing more frequent.
The hollow look in his eyes seemed to be slowly regaining its spark.
"There's hope. There really is!"
"Chen Changan, now you need to hit him with a strong dose. That's the only way to make it work," Old Jin said excitedly.
"Where the hell am I supposed to get a strong dose? You don't even know his dad."
"Is there anything else about his father that would really get to him?" Chen Changan asked quickly.
"Well... that's all I know."
"What else could possibly provoke him?" Old Jin was stumped, too.
"Forget it. I'll handle it myself."
"My tongue is vicious!"
"Shenwei, your father, Shenwu, was a good-for-nothing who spent his days carousing in pleasure houses. He had wives and concubines by the dozen and loved to kill."
"As patriarch of the First Clan, your father never tried to improve himself.