"Second Brother, why did Xiaogang turn out like this?"
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yu Yuanzhen could not understand it.
That unfilial son had even sent someone to deliver him a copy of Thousand Core Competencies of Martial Soul. On the first page was a line: "I am not trash. You will regret this!" along with that unfilial son's personal signature.
Were you trying to prove yourself, or trying to piss me off to death?
"He is your son, not mine!"
Yu Luomian replied coldly. If he had a beast of a son like that, he would have slapped him to death long ago.
He even regretted not beating that beast to death that night. Otherwise, this disaster would never have happened.
"Yes, he is my son, but I've only just realized that I do not understand him at all!"
Yu Yuanzhen felt even more sorrowful. Then, thinking of something, he advised, "Erlong has been locked in the dungeon for over a month. It is time to let her out. Staying in that kind of place for too long is not good."
The clan dungeon was specifically meant to imprison clan members who had made mistakes, forcing them to reflect. Every cell was utterly dark, and not even the slightest sound could enter. Simply staying there was a form of torture.
That niece of his had decent talent. With proper training, she might have a chance of becoming a Titled Douluo. What the clan lacked now were clan members with such potential. Do not truly ruin her.
"Let her stay there. I will release her when she comes to her senses. Otherwise, I would rather she die in the dungeon!"
Remembering how he had visited his daughter in the dungeon last night, and how she had