Zeng Anmin felt his eyes grow slightly hot.
At this moment, his father, standing before him with greying hair, seemed to radiate a blinding light. He felt a profound, heavy tenderness, like a massive mountain standing tall to shield him.
"Ahem—COUGH." Clearing his inexplicably choked throat, Zeng Anmin nodded heavily. "Father, I'll listen to you!"
Zeng Shilin kept his gaze on Zeng Anmin, his eyes profound. "If you get the chance, pass a message to the Black Cat Martial Artist for me."
"Huh?" Zeng Anmin instinctively wanted to refute, but after seeing his father's deep gaze, he opened his mouth and said nothing.
"He beheaded the rebel leader, which is a great merit to the common people. I won't hold his past actions against him, but if he dares to violate the laws and act on personal vendettas again, I definitely won't spare him!"
His father spoke with sonorous power, his voice carrying immense pressure. An imposing aura rushed forward.
