The small wooden cabin halfway up the mountain was dim and silent.
It was like a shrine on a desolate mountain, housing a deity no one came to worship. It did not care whether there was any warmth of human life,
nor did it care whether the world was at peace.
It stood here, yet for more than a decade, it had nearly been forgotten.
But starting tonight, perhaps many people would remember what kind of figure the old man sitting here truly was.
Someone who had stood out in the Shadow Struggle, then defeated every Shadow to reach this position, truly was the fiercest existence in this world.
In Qing Chen's eyes, this family head should have been a deeply calculating man who valued the family's interests above life itself.
He had regarded the family head as an "emperor" from a storybook, and emperors were always ruthless.
At one point, he had even suspected that this family head had killed Ning Xiu to make his son willingly become the Shadow.
But Qing Chen no longer thought so, because everything the Qing family head had done had been in preparation to avenge Qing Huai.
For the sake of avenging his beloved eldest son, this old man was actually willing to drag the entire Qing family into the abyss!
How did this resemble a decision made by the head of a family? It was clearly more like an honest, hardworking father prepared to spill blood for his son.
Qing Chen found it a little hard to adapt. He had thought that when the family head became the only relative he had left in this world, familial affection had already existed in name only.
But he had not expected reality to be otherwise.
Qing Chen turned to look at Qing Ji, only