The moment the last word was spoken, Miao Yueshan's life came to an end, his soul completely dissipating into the air.
Miao Yueshan was undoubtedly a bad man; in pursuit of the position as family head, he had incited his younger brother to kill the eldest, and over the years, using Lord Yue's identity, he had gathered numerous cultivators. Recently, he had spared no effort for the sake of a map, even not hesitating to harm his own niece.
If Miao Yueshan could have survived, he would not have left Miao Keran alone.
But he was bound to die; in the last moment of his life, he had given up on revenge, given up on everything, and all he did was stroke his son's face, even though his own death was because of him.
A father may feel disappointed or helpless towards his son, but he will never harbor hatred.
Miao Keran looked at his already stiff father, his face void of any expression. After an unknown length of time, a scornful smile finally appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Bang!
