This was something he absolutely never wanted to see. So when the sect secretly sought him out to buy his son in exchange for cultivation resources, Zhu Chang agreed almost without hesitation.
It was only one child. He could have more.
Yet he had never expected that this Single Spiritual Root child would exhaust all his fortune in offspring. After that, he had indeed basked in glory for quite some time thanks to that immense trove of cultivation resources, but none of the children he later had, no matter who their mother was, possessed even the slightest talent for cultivation.
Naturally, such useless children could not possibly remain by his side.
Zhu Chang raised his head again. Looking at the somewhat familiar brows and eyes of the handsome young man before him, the last trace of color suddenly drained from his pallid face. "You—"
"Looks like you finally recognized me. That's right, it's me. I'm back!" Zheng Jin turned in a showy circle. "Sadly, things did not go as you wished. It seems I grew into someone forever beyond your reach."
When it came to infuriating people, Zheng Jin was the undisputed first among Yonglu Mountain's younger disciples.
Zhu Chang's eyes were bloodshot, scarlet jealousy pouring from them without the slightest concealment. He was already old, yet his precious son was living in such splendor and dignity. It hurt him more than having his heart gouged out.
"You... I'm your father, at least. Won't you save me?"
Zheng Jin lifted a hand and brushed at dust that did not exist on his robes. "What are you talking about? Wasn't the bond between father and son severed by your own hand? And now you come wagging your tail and begging for mercy. Actually... you should have heard my name long ago.