Hearing those words Bruce's expression darkened, while bowing his head. He could clearly imagine the small kid training all his life, only to be used by a bunch of people who didn't know the amount of pain he went through just to get a little stranger, repeating the same technique, staring at a painful and torturing rune for hours every day alone in his room.
Bruce clenched his fist tightly, he remembered how much the kid suffered during the treatment, it was something none of the inner circle kids or any kid he had seen before could endure, yet even when his body was tortured, his mind was broken, he didn't give up and was still striving to make every step towards a higher level in the road of cultivation.
Each time he watched the kid, Bruce would always feel that life was being unfair, and even the inner circles he respected so much, only made him realize how correct he was, just as he was thinking, a voice sounded to his ears.
"Have I been a good father?"
