"Huayu Ting, how is it you? Aren't you—?" Faced with Huayu Ting's appearance, Huayu Rong was visibly shocked, instinctively taking two steps back.
"Do you think a horse is faster, or am I?" Huayu Ting said, revealing a confident smile.
"Is this, is this real?" Huayu Rong broke out in a cold sweat but still questioned the gravestone.
"You can't read, I almost forgot," Huayu Ting said with a mocking smile, "It says here, 'The tomb of beloved son Huayu Yun...'"
"Huayu Yun, indeed..." Huayu Rong's voice trembled as he pointed and cursed at him, "You really did have a demonic bastard!"
"He is my son, I won't allow anyone to call him a bastard!" Huayu Ting suddenly became enraged upon hearing Huayu Rong's words.
"Isn't that the truth," Huayu Rong retorted, completely oblivious to Huayu Ting's demeanor, continuing to shout loudly, "As a member of the Huayu Family, you actually secretly liaised with a foreign clan and bore a bastard, tarnishing the Huayu Family's reputation."
