Father and Son

At the instant Yan Xi died, the intense emotions she had given him were withdrawn in a single moment. Lin Xingheng suddenly realized that his Dao had begun to come undone.

It was a truly terrifying thing. He saw it clearly, yet he could do absolutely nothing.

Yan Xi had understood his Dao. This was her revenge against him. Lin Xingheng could not describe what he felt, but he had no time to think too deeply about it. He had to stabilize his cultivation, or he would fall into a situation where death was certain and life impossible.

That was why he later became so promiscuous, why his rear courtyard filled with countless young wives and Xishan City gained more than thirty young city lords. Lin Xingheng had drawn upon the love of so many people, yet it still could not compare to Yan Xi in the beginning.

Even after struggling to cross the threshold into mid-stage Spirit Transformation, his Dao continued to collapse every day. Having tasted the purest love in this world, he could no longer settle for anything else.

Even he himself could not convince himself, much less the Dao within his heart. Without love to nourish it, his Dao had become like a parched riverbed that had not seen rain for a hundred years. Now, it was merely holding on by force.

When he thought carefully about it, in the very beginning, all he had wanted was a little love from his parents.

Lin Xingheng knew that his lamps were running dry and his oil nearly spent; there was no avoiding it. Though he still looked young, his heart had already grown old. He began wanting to accomplish some willful things. Seventeen was a child who understood his thoughts well, and among all his children, he