The Mysterious Voice

"Uncle, how is my Father?" The man asked in a trembling voice, looking at his dying father. His Father was in his prime, could it be, could it be hopeless?

"Well, he's been injured seriously in the chest, you better carry him back to prepare for his funeral!" The Western District City Lord stood on the stage as he looked down condescendingly at the Yu Family Clan. When his gaze rested on the Second Master of the Yu Family who was on the verge of death, a touch of contempt flashed by his eyes.

He wants to fight with him? Truly a fool's dream!

"Dongzhi ..."

Second Master Yu, who was being supported by the Yu Family's Patriarch, had blood gurgling out from his mouth as he looked at his only son. He struggled to speak and managed to utter in a raspy weak voice: "Take care of, take care of your Mother and the family, work hard to cultivate, don't, don't seek revenge ...cough cough cough."