A chunk of Cui Wei's scalp was torn off, and he screamed in pain. He fought back with all his might, but he was no match for the Scholar.
The gaunt, withered Scholar looked like a piece of rotten wood, as if he would snap in two or topple over with the slightest push. His frailty was heart-wrenching to behold.
Yet at this moment, the old father erupted with boundless strength, his only desire to tear Cui Wei limb from limb.
His poor daughter... there hadn't been an untouched piece of flesh on her body when she died. She wasn't even left with an intact corpse.
'It's all my fault, all my fault!'
'If I weren't so useless, how could my daughter have ended up in that den of demons!'
'I thought it would only be a year. Who knew that when we parted, it would be forever.'
