Warren entered the reception hall and saw Lynn seated in a chair, as well as Lin Shu standing behind him.
Lin Shu looked at Warren, her eyes holding not the slightest trace of guilt—only calm indifference.
Warren felt as though his heart were being sliced apart by a blade.
He had raised Lin Shu for several years, provided her with resources, taught her wizardry, and turned her from a little girl who knew nothing into a third-rank apprentice.
He admitted that he had selfish motives. He had wanted Lin Shu to marry his son and bear him children with high earth-element talent.
He had used Lin Shu, but he believed he had treated her fairly well too.
Now his son was gone, and Lin Shu had also turned against him.
What an ungrateful wretch!
Warren shifted his gaze to Lynn.
This was the true instigator of everything. A dignified Stigma had sent his own daughter into Earth's Pulse and placed her in his hands as an apprentice. Could it be that he had done all this just to mess with him?
No matter what he thought, what had happened had happened. His son had been killed, yet he could not personally avenge him. He could only lower his head and admit his mistake.
In this world, strength was the truth.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Warren walked straight up to Lynn and knelt down.
His knees struck the floor with a dull thud. His forehead pressed against the ground, and his voice was hoarse.
"Lord Lynn, my son was disrespectful and offended you. It was my failure as a father. I beg your forgiveness."
"My son's death was brought upon himself. There was nothing wrong with your punishment, my lord. If you still have anger left to vent, then let me