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Chapter 5106: 5.0858 Blood Ties

King Fulin's deeply lined old face twisted slightly.

With a grim expression, he suddenly rushed to the cage, banging on it forcefully and shouting, "Did Grand Elder Kong Yin come here today just to mock this king?"

Grand Elder Kong Yin shook his head. "If it weren't for the Young Lord's dying wish, this humble monk wouldn't have come all this way."

"The Young Lord had long foreseen this day for Your Highness and had already instructed this humble monk. If Your Highness were indeed imprisoned for plotting against the throne, this humble monk was to deliver a message to Your Highness."

King Fulin's old face twitched a few times.

"This king doesn't want to hear it!" The gray-haired old man slapped the cage heavily.

Crackling currents passed through him, making his entire body tremble uncontrollably.

This son was never on the same page as him!

It was the same more than ten years ago!

People always said that father and son fought together, that they were of one heart. But him?

The dignified Young Lord of Fulin only wished to live a lifetime of subservience, without any grand ambitions, without any foresight, not even a tiny bit!

It was an utter disgrace to his, King Fulin's, name!

So, for over a decade, he simply pretended he hadn't fathered this son, letting them fend for themselves in that wretched place called Skysphere, never once thinking of looking for them.

"The Young Lord said, if Your Highness still cherishes even a hint of blood kinship, please let that child go. Never seek him, and never reveal his identity."

"Impossible!!" King Fulin slammed his palm heavily on the water dungeon cage, disregarding the crackling currents that surged through his hand, searing his flesh.

His dim, aged eyes stared fixedly at Kong Yin, and he said coldly, word by word, "That is my grandson. His father had no responsibility and no ambition, but he still has hope!"

"He must inherit my mantle as King Fulin. If he is properly nurtured, he can..."

"There is no hope," Grand Elder Kong Yin coldly interrupted King Fulin. "This child became a monk at birth."

"It was the Young Lord of Fulin who personally shaved his head."

"His mother, consumed by daily worry and anxiety, died in childbirth."

Kong Yin's words were cold. "The Young Lord, too, suffered from prolonged worry, and his health deteriorated day by day."

"So, less than a month after the child became a monk, he also passed away."

King Fulin hammered the cage heavily, his old face grim as he said, "This king will never acknowledge it."

"What do you intend to do?" Kong Yin's expression turned cold, revealing a rare flicker of anger. "You're already imprisoned, and you still haven't given up? You still wish to cultivate your own grandson to walk a perilous path of no return?"

"By what right do you dictate another's life!"

"Then by what right did you dictate his life, making him a monk at birth? Did you ask for his own will??"

Grand Elder Kong Yin fell silent.

On this matter, they indeed had no right to speak.

"What do you propose?"

"I must see him!" King Fulin said coldly.

Ever since he learned of his grandson's existence, he had sent people to bring him back from Skysphere.

However, he was always one step behind.

That old bald donkey, Kong Yin, had taken his grandson away first, and in his desperation, he could only send people to chase after them, hoping to snatch the child back.

The strangest thing was, despite knowing his grandson had been staying with the little Crown Princess, his people had secretly searched for him several times, but each time they came up empty-handed.

It was as if his movements were somewhat elusive.