The Cultivator's face turned deathly white. Just thinking about what happened tonight at the Zuixian Building, it was as if his soul had been sucked out of him. He took a deep breath in this moment.
Then, a light comment from Chen Er drifted over, "Are there some things you still haven't seen through? A bunch of lovesick fools? They're nothing but a bunch of simpletons."
The pale-faced young man was momentarily stunned.
A quiet moment passed between father and son, with no one speaking.
At a certain instant.
Determined not to give up, the Cultivator clenched his teeth and said, "No, I don't blame Su Sister. Her parents and Su clan members are in Zhou Dufu's hands, and the Su clan's kindness toward her is well-known. Su Sister, with her cold exterior and warm heart, is deeply sentimental. It's understandable that she believed in the so-called destined prince in her desperation."
Chen Er suddenly spoke earnestly:
