Do you remember how many times I have cried for you?
Zhang Zhentian never realized that his son had such a deep resentment toward him. It was only when he heard it did he understand. His son harbored such a deep-seated hatred, trying to prove himself as the strongest, not allowing himself to suffer. Even through devilish training, he persevered to the end. What kind of hatred could drive a son to reach this point? Every action he took, every decision he made, were they right or wrong? Reflecting on everything he once did, just how ridiculously wrong was he?
