"Lang'Er, what's wrong?" Shen Haotian asked, startled.
His gaze fell upon the chair Shen Lang had crushed... 'That was three-hundred-year-old Red Tong Wood. Before I fell ill, it would have still taken some effort for me to crush it, and I have a Qi Martial Realm Seventh Heaven cultivation. But Shen Lang...'
Moreover, the almost tangible Killing Intent radiating from Shen Lang, though not directed at him, made his chest feel exceptionally tight and was difficult to withstand!
Shen Lang turned away, calmed his heart, and brought his furious killing intent under control. After a long moment, he turned back around and said, "Dad, have you been hiding this from us all these years just to protect this family, to keep us from getting hurt?"
Shen Haotian froze, his expression a little awkward. "Lang'Er, what are you talking about? Hiding something... Why would Dad ever hide anything from you?"
