After Ye Tian returned, his plan for the rest of his life was to engage in charity work.
To say he was doing charity was actually an act of atonement, to redeem the blood he had spilled with his hands in the past decade and more, to repent for the lives he took.
Regardless, Ye Tian had killed under the orders of the old poison master, but as Ye Ling had said, his father had killed people when he was unable to control his own mind.
Perhaps, Ye Tian was guilty, but the biggest criminal was not him, it was the old poison master.
At this moment, everything was over, and no matter what, Ye Tian had come home. With Ye Ling looking after his father, no more accidents would happen.
"Xiao Ling, I really never expected, my own son, to actually be an Immortal, tsk tsk, my life as Ye Tian is truly worthwhile!"
Ye Tian burst into hearty laughter, his grizzled hair making him look much more weathered, his eyes also revealing a trace of world-weariness, but it made him seem more masculine.
