Zhou Boran spoke with an air of nonchalance, but after he returned home, he couldn't sleep a wink all night. Sitting alone in his study, with furrowed brows, he worried at one moment that Zhou Chaoyang's martial spirit might collapse from the disastrous defeat, and at another, he cursed Xie Tian for being so cruel and ruthless, "Even I have never beaten Chaoyang like that."
"Master, Master!" the old butler gently pushed open the door and said with a terrified face, "The young master has come back."
"Hm?" Upon seeing the expression of the old butler, Zhou Boran felt his heart clench into a knot, and in an instant, he turned into a gust of wind, quickly catching sight of his beloved son trudging towards their small courtyard, head hanging limply, utterly listless.
"Damn that Xie Tian!" Zhou Boran was enraged. With a light tap of his foot, he floated down behind Zhou Chaoyang, ready to offer words of comfort, when unexpectedly Chaoyang seemed to sense something and kicked backward!