Xiao Hua waved his hand, deploying the Nascent Soul hand to firmly restrain Zhu Cheng and the book scroll beneath him, resisting the powerful suction of the elemental array.
"Father, your son has been unfilial! I have disappointed you far too many times in this life!" Zhu Xiang's consciousness had grown somewhat hazy. Looking at Zhu Cheng in the distance, he said, "Your son truly tried very hard, yet I still could not meet Father's expectations. I was deeply disheartened myself. But, Father, only now do I understand that I was never the sort of person meant to become a great hero! Your son is weak by nature, I cannot speak well, I am indecisive... But, Father, not everyone in this world can be a hero! If everyone became a hero, who would applaud the heroes? Your son is the one who applauds others! Father, you often said that man can conquer nature, that everything... could be cultivated. Yet through this cultivation, your son has lived... most unhappily. I do not wish to do things that run contrary to my nature..."
"Xiang'er..." Zhu Cheng had never imagined that his son bore so much suffering in his heart. For a moment, he did not know what to say.
"Your son is leaving! Father need no longer worry over me! Zheng is still young, and I cannot tell whether he resembles me. But, Father, if he is like me as well, please do not force him so harshly. After all, it is better for one to live a happier life..." As he spoke, the light in Zhu Xiang's eyes gradually faded, and a phantom slowly emerged. Though Xiao Hua had confined him, the deathly aura within the Netherworld Wind still dragged out Zhu Xiang's soul!
"Xiang'er!" Zhu Cheng bit his lip until