"Yuntian, what's going on?" Shangguan zhenting was still in the dark. Although he had some guesses, he was not sure.
"Father, it was this spirit beast that injured me. Although it has been twenty years, I still remember its power." Shangguan Yuntian said with a sad face.
After he was severely injured, his hatred for the Ling family and his unwillingness to accept what had happened to Ling Fenghua were the driving forces for him to live. However, it was not until today that he finally knew that Ling Chuxi had not spoken without thinking. He was indeed not hurt by the hands of the Ling family, but by the hands of his own brother. The grief and anger in his heart could naturally be imagined.
