There was a saying: when a bird was about to die, its cry was mournful; when a person was about to die, their words were kind. Dai Hao already knew his fate, so he no longer kept up the pretense.
"Huo Yuhao, I truly loved your mother, Yun'er. Unfortunately, I was the White Tiger Duke. I couldn't abandon everything else for love.
"If anyone was to blame, it could only be you. Why did your Martial Soul mutate?
"If your Martial Soul had been the White Tiger Martial Soul, even if your talent were poor, I could have given you and Yun'er a life free from want."
Dai Hao's words were utterly shameless, shifting the blame for his irresponsibility onto Huo Yuhao's mutated Martial Soul.
Yet absurd as it was, such bullshit logic actually made sense in a place like the Douluo Continent, where Martial Souls were valued above all else.
"Do you think I was the one at fault? That my mother was at fault?"
Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth, forcing out those words one by one.
"Ah! Of course you weren't at fault. Perhaps your only mistake was being born in the White Tiger Duke's Estate.
"Leave. You have no connection to the White Tiger Duke's Estate, so there is no need for you to get involved in this mess.
"As for revenge, you are still too immature, and I don't have much time left anyway. You won't need to do anything.
"Actually, I truly hope you can call me Father. I know I never fulfilled my responsibilities as a father and have no right to ask for your forgiveness.
"But I can guarantee that my feelings for your mother were sincere."
In midair outside the White Tiger Duke's Estate, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, and Lan Hong stood