Burning Essence Blood

On the city wall, a young man's broken voice tore through the brief silence.

"Father!"

He was a young man clad in armor, his features seventy percent similar to Guardian Chen's.

His face was streaked with tears. Both hands braced against the battlements, his entire body shook violently.

He tried to climb over the wall and rush down, but several people beside him held him back with all their strength.

"Young Master, you can't go! That's a Great Demon at the peak of the Fifth Turn! Going down there would only be courting death!"

The young man turned a deaf ear, struggling to break free from his guards' restraint. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the figure falling from the sky.

A Fifth Turn Martial Master possessed tremendous vitality. Even after falling from such a height, Guardian Chen did not die immediately. He slowly raised his head and looked at Li Xiao.

There was no regret in his gaze, no fear.

"Young Hero Li."

His voice had already grown faint, yet he enunciated every word with utmost clarity.

"I have guarded the front lines for decades. I have no regrets in death. The only thing I cannot let go of..."

He drew a breath. A streak of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained astonishingly bright.

"...is that useless... son of mine on the city wall."

His voice grew lower and weaker, like the last candle flame in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

"I beg you, Young Hero... look after him a little in the future. Don't let him... don't let him stray down the wrong path..."

Before he could finish, Guardian Chen finally breathed his last.

Li Xiao looked at Guardian Chen and solemnly nodded.

Behind him