For the past year, he had thought of nothing but avenging his son. The thought of his son murdered in some unknown place, his body never found, felt like a knife twisting in his heart.
'If I hadn't left, maybe this wouldn't have happened.'
At this thought, Xiao Hua felt his heart clench. If he had still been in the Purple Sun Sect, something like this would never have happened.
'It's all that little bastard Xu Yang's fault. He deserves to die.'
If not for Xu Yang, he wouldn't have been punished with a post at the Cyan Mountain garrison. And if he hadn't been at Cyan Mountain, who would have dared to touch Xiao Chen?
A year had passed, and he knew full well that the chances of finding the murderer were slim to none.
'First, I'll report back to the Sect, then I'll go make inquiries with the Su Family.'
Xiao Hua's gaze was ice-cold as he strode into the Purple Sun Sect.
"Greetings, Steward Xiao!"
