At the mention of his father, He Ju, He Yangsun's eyes turned red.
His father was his pride, the goal he pursued in his cultivation.
Struggling to stand up, He Yangsun wanted to charge forward again, but his face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His mother hurried forward to support him, placing her hand on his back and infusing a stream of green spiritual qi into him.
"Young Master He, admit defeat," Wang Sankui, standing behind the Battle Puppet, whispered.
He was not a Puppet Master.
Engaging in a false battle now would be unfair.
It was taking advantage of the decline of the He family.
Facing He Yangsun, he felt ashamed.
"Admit defeat? I'd rather die than admit defeat…" He Yangsun growled. He broke free from Mother He's support and took a step forward.
A hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed him.
"Young Master He, I've repaired your Battle Puppet," Han Muye said softly.
