The dashing black hair with strips of grey, the back punctured by a sword, and the divine robe dyed in blood; the familiar back was etched in the deepest parts of his memories.
Leon would never forget it.
'Father…'
Suddenly, the person turned around and revealed his face to Leon.
Although it wasn't a particularly handsome face—actually, it was quite an ugly face without the beautification of high cultivation.
However, this face embodied the Divine Realm's kindness.
As Leon suspected, the face belonged to none other than his late divine father from the Divine Realm, the Divine Medicine King, the only true saint in a world of hypocrites.
Heinrich Escladus silently stood some distance away. His entire body was suffused in a grey light, making him look ethereal and ghostly like an intangible spirit.