By now, Di Jue was seventy to eighty percent inclined to believe what Duan Lingtian had said.
Learning that his son had most likely perished due to greed after stumbling into the tower before them, he felt only grief, not hatred. After all, he could hardly hold a grudge against a tower, could he?
"Yong'er, could your fortune really be so thin? If only you had survived and obtained the legacy of the Sword Saint Feng Qingyang, you would surely have returned to the Dragon clan in the shortest possible time with the strength to crush all its members... What a pity, what a pity. Heaven is truly jealous of brilliant talents, Heaven is truly jealous of brilliant talents!"
Chapter 1532