บท 212: The Rage of A King, And the Confidence of A Cultivator

"DAMN IT! DAMN IT!" roared the voice of a man too powerful for his voice to be blocked by mere walls as they crumbled from the sudden wrathful shout.

The Wind Palace shook and had many of its windows and walls break from the voice of a King in a complete rage.

"Please, dear husband! I didn't mean it like that!"

In front of the king was his wife, and his eldest son who had the grimmest look one had ever seen on him.

Not even a month ago, this very stoic and emotionless son, the returner from banishment had presented his father with the greatest gift a son could ever make. Had also saw joy and happiness.

This very son was too precious for the king to anger or make worry, but the current events unfolded and things happened in a way none of them expected.

"That's why I shouldn't have said anything… your mere thoughtless words caused the gravest of actions, and now I have sinned to my pious son. Wife of mine, get out of my sight." The king said.