Tang San did not waver as he stared at his father, "Dad, promise me. I've already lost my mother; I can't lose my father as well."
"You..." Tang Hao looked at his son and for a moment was somewhat stunned.
"If you don't promise me, my body is yours to give. Then, I'll just accompany you in death." Tang San's control over the sharp Eight-Spider Spears had already brought them to his own skin, and even if Tang Hao were stronger, stopping him from committing suicide would be impossible.
Seeing the determination in his son's eyes, Tang Hao knew that Tang San was not joking with him. From childhood to adulthood, he had never defied his will. But now, his son seemed to have completely slipped from his control.
Tang San had grown more handsome and more reminiscent of his mother; Tang Hao's vision became somewhat blurred, as if it wasn't his son standing before him but his wife.
