"The strongest heaven among the thirty-three layers of immortal realms?" Qin Wentian's heart was filled with rage. From one of the memory fragments, he saw that his parents gave their everything to him. He could feel the closeness of kinship, and from that time on, he understood that his parents didn't abandon him. On the contrary, because they loved him too much, they would rather choose to part with him and sever their connection, not wanting anyone to know of his existence.
Even if one day his father was hunted down in his second life, there would still be no one who knows that he, Qin Wentian, the son of Qin Yuanfeng, existed.
"What about my mother? Is she fine?" Qin Wentian asked.