"Eighteen!"
Wen Xiangxin, seeing his son's vacant gaze as if he had fallen into a trance, grew very anxious. He quickly walked over to him and forcefully patted him on the shoulder.
"Ah?"
Wen Shiba shivered all over, turned his head to look at his father, and then suddenly clasped his head in agony, muttering, "I lost... I lost..."
Wen Xiangxin thought his son was in pain because he couldn't marry Qin Yaorao and loudly said, "Losing is losing, what great man has never lost his wife? Let's go!"
Wen Xiangxin hadn't expected his son to be so psychologically fragile that he would become like this after losing to Ghost Hand. He thought he must quickly take his son away from here and provide some psychological guidance.
Otherwise, just as Fang Bai had said earlier, his son's state of mind in cultivation was not enough, and his path in the Martial Dao could very well come to an end right here.
