The Jue Clan wasn't disappointed, either. They were used to it.
"That person abandoned his two-year-old daughter to save his own life. By then, she could already call him 'Dad.' That one word became the source of the nightmares that woke him for countless years. He regretted it for countless years, unable to free himself."
"Our Jue Clan saved his daughter and raised her to adulthood, all for this moment—for her to call him 'Dad.'"
"That word couldn't be faked. The feeling of their bloodlines resonating could magnify his emotions to the extreme, but in the end, he still failed to comprehend the artistic conception." Jue Rou's voice came from nearby.
Lu Yin said calmly, "That's cruel."
Jue Rou nodded. "Yes. Controlling one's emotions is cruel."
"But nothing in this world comes without a reason. Your Jue Clan saved his daughter in exchange for giving him this chance. That's fair, too," Lu Yin said.
Jue Rou looked at Lu Yin. "Do you think it was right, sir?"
Lu Yin clasped his hands behind his back. "There's no question of right or wrong. When he saw his daughter again, what did all that suffering matter? He brought it upon himself."
"But his daughter won't forgive him."
"Perhaps he doesn't need her forgiveness."
Jue Rou gazed absently at Wuxiang Mountain. "He doesn't need her forgiveness? If knowing his daughter is alive is enough to let him put the past behind him, then what does he truly want—to put the past behind him, or for his daughter to live?"
Lu Yin looked back at Jue Rou in surprise.
Jue Rou met his eyes and blinked. "What is it, sir?"
Lu Yin smiled. "Nothing. You've asked a profound question."
"Even you think it's profound?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"But you're honored as the fourth greatest