"You want me to kneel and apologize? Are you worthy?"
Xiao Yi, from his superior position, surrounded by ten colors of divine light, cast a lofty gaze upon Xiao Zhengde.
There was not the slightest trace of emotion.
Only coldness and indifference.
Since he could remember...
Xiao Zhengde had become increasingly blurry in his memory.
Even during the eight years of his imprisonment, Xiao Yi had thought more than once that he could try his hardest to prove himself, to make Xiao Zhengde acknowledge him.
Despite his efforts during those eight years, no matter how hard he toiled, Xiao Zhengde never once appeared before him. Even though his painstaking cultivation was constantly met with ruthless mockery and suppression, Xiao Yi never gave up on proving to his father that he was not worthless.
Until that day.
Xiao Zhengde, in order to find a mate for Xiao Tianjiao's mount, had unhesitatingly sent Xiao Yi to the Fang Family as a live-in son-in-law.
