"Yes, dad." Xu Linghe took back the Mortal Instrument, and looked for his father's voice, only to find that Xu Yinchang was struggling in the Blood Sea.

"Dad."

Xu Linghe hugged his father. The late hug had warmed their hearts, and let them forget about the resentment and calculation at this moment.

"He'er, this is my retribution. I've been working for power throughout my life, but in the end, my family was broken because of me. Look, the Blood Sea ...