Chu Yu, Lin Shi and Xu Xiao Xian left, leaving behind Wan Da Yong, who was still kowtowing relentlessly.
His wounds were healed!
He thought that he would never have any cultivation in this life again, that he could only reminisce upon the sacred art of Divine Lords. Maybe, occasionally, these would appear to him in his dreams.
He would never have the formidable powers or the extensive lifespan of a great practitioner again.
He had given up hope. After summoning the last ounces of his will, his greatest wish had been only to ensure the survival of his precariously endangered household.
He prayed that his family would not be extinguished.
He never thought that his cultivation would be restored and even improved!
Not only that, the Son of the Emperor had actually forgiven his son's actions.
He had waved it off lightly.
"Young people are rash, immature. They'll grow up one day."
Not just so, the Wan family was now also in the watchful eyes of the Son of the Emperor.