"Father need not blame himself; Lin Junsheng ambushed me, and I will repay the debt. Even if I enter Chang Chun Temple, I will have ways to deal with him. It would be counterproductive if you were to disturb your mind and hinder your cultivation because of this." Seeing his father's guilt-ridden face, Yuan Ming spoke to comfort him.
Yuan Zuochong looked at Yuan Ming with relief, "Heh heh, who would've thought that there would come a day when I would be comforted by Ming'er. A gentleman's revenge is not too late even after ten years. You mustn't act rashly."
"Father, don't worry, I have my methods. I have already waited for three years; what's another ten?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Zuochong exhaled in relief.
Suddenly, Yuan Ming took out a wooden box and handed it to his father.
Yuan Zuochong instinctively took the wooden box, somewhat puzzled, he looked up at Yuan Ming. Seeing that Yuan Ming was smiling without speaking, he opened the lid of the box.
