THUD!
The body of Wang Tianqing crashed to the ground, decapitated and utterly dead. He possessed no treasures like a soul jade to preserve his spirit; this time, he was truly gone.
With the Black Blade in hand, Su Han's gaze fell upon Wang Tianqing's corpse. The great weight of his grievances finally lifted from his heart. His mother's murder, the empress's conspiracy, the theft of his Dragon Soul—all these injustices stemmed from Wang Tianqing's inaction.
If he had been a good father, there should have been a shred of paternal affection, even if Su Han was born to a palace maid. Su Han had never asked for much, only a hint of warmth, but Wang Tianqing had offered none. Instead, he had tried everything in his power to have Su Han executed.
For Wang Tianqing's death, Su Han felt not a shred of guilt, only an immense sense of relief.
"Mother, may your spirit in heaven finally rest in peace!"
