It is well known that Ji Changsheng is a filial son.
But his father's words this time were deeply hurtful.
An unworthy father breeds a disloyal son.
Although Ji Changsheng was virtuously filial, he was not stupidly so.
Looking at the now confused Little Xuandu, Ji Changsheng calmly said, "Father is old, he's losing his sharpness. Little Xuandu, go back and persuade my father more. The world belongs to the young."
Little Xuandu jolted.
Cold sweat emerged on his forehead.
He was really bewildered.
"Ji Changsheng, you... you..."
The shared sentiment of all who had ever opposed Ji Changsheng emerged within him:
"How dare you?"
Ji Changsheng was quite calm: "With dust in the eyes, the Three Realms are narrow. With a selfless heart at the bottom, heaven and earth are vast. As an open and upright person, what is there to fear? During the Fated Calamity, my father was willfully stubborn, ignoring my advice and thus committing a great mistake. Even now, he does not reflect."
