The sound of clashing metal rang through the air as Chu Zihang was slammed hard onto the ground, his entire body covered in rain and mud, looking extremely battered.
"Your struggle is meaningless," Chu Tianjiao said indifferently. "The destination of fate has been written long ago, and everything you are doing is just a futile resistance."
"Futile? Not at all." Chu Zihang turned his head, spat out a mouthful of blood, and propped himself up on one knee with his blade. "Do you really not remember me, Dad?"
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