Ye Lin's words stabbed into his heart like sharp blades, making his face turn a shade paler as his entire body swayed on the verge of collapse.
So... so his children had already become like this? Those were his children, his own flesh and blood—yet today, they were locked in a life-and-death battle.
It left this father's heart feeling as though it were being carved by knives.
"Take it easy. There's still room to turn this around. In any case, I'm taking Shangguan Wanyu away when the time comes. Even if your son dies, you can revive him, can't you?"
"Surely the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao doesn't lack even that much ability, does he?"
After speaking, Ye Lin looked at Chen Fan with a dubious expression. Chen Fan was the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao on the Fantasy Continent; with the Heavenly Dao standing behind him, he was omnipotent within the Fantasy Continent.
Even if Chen Fan died on that platform right now, he could fish yesterday's Chen Fan out of the river of time and make Chen Fan believe none of this had ever happened.
But he alone would know the truth, and the pain would remain in his heart.
"She used to be called Chen Wanyu."
Looking at Shangguan Wanyu below, Chen Fan murmured. Shangguan Wanyu had once borne the surname Chen, but now...
What kind of grudge, what kind of hatred had driven the two children into such a situation? It was all his fault—all because he, as their father, had failed them.
"How boring."
Li Xiaoyao folded his arms and watched the scene coldly, curling his lip. In his eyes, Chen Fan was nothing more than a pitiful old man now. He would not threaten a pitiful old man.
At this moment, atop the platform,