As Zhou Jin looked at his elder brother, who had always been so adept at putting on an act, disappointment washed over him. After his five senses had fully recovered, his son had told him everything Zhou Bo and his son had done in Dawn City over the past month.
He could not help questioning his own judgment of people.
"What? Haven't you had enough of being City Lord? Still want to keep the position?"
Zhou Bo did not dare answer, letting cold sweat cover his face.
"I heard you even had Zhou Haotian stop Qingshu from buying a Five-Flavor Pill. Did you not want me to recover?" Zhou Jin was a Golden Core Stage cultivator. The slightest trace of pressure in his voice was already more than Zhou Bo, who was in the Foundation Establishment Realm, could withstand.
But Zhou Bo refused to admit it and simply pushed the blame onto his son. "The boy didn't know any better. He acted on his own."
Zhou Haotian had been trembling like a quail, but those words made him stop. His eyes widened, and he shouted angrily at his father, "You were the one who told me to go!"
Zhou Bo shot his son a vicious glare. "You unfilial brat, shut your mouth."
Zhou Haotian ignored Zhou Bo. He finally understood: to his father, anyone but himself could be sacrificed.
He bowed to Zhou Jin with his hands clasped. "I knew my cousin would bring you the pill today. I admit I've done many things wrong over the past month. Please spare my life for the sake of our blood kinship. My mother has already left after a divorce by mutual consent with my father. I intend to go find her."
Afraid he had not sounded sincere enough, Zhou Haotian added,