A gentle breeze fluttered by, lifting the blood-red garment that was bewitchingly enchanting.
Feng Jingtian raised his phoenix eyes toward the pale-faced Feng Xiang, a clear, chilling look in his eyes. It was as though he was not looking at his father but at his nemesis.
"In what capacity are you ordering me?"
Feng Xiang's complexion drastically changed, his face taut with anger as he bellowed, "I am your father, rebellious son! Is this how you speak to your father?"
"Father?" Feng Jingtian scoffed disdainfully, "I've already said that if the Feng Family were to harm her, I would blood-wash the Feng Family! You seem to have not heeded my words."
He clearly felt the girl in his arms stiffen and couldn't help but hold her more tightly.
"More than a decade ago, I failed to protect my mother, allowing her to die miserably because of your cowardice, but I promised her that if I ever met a woman I fancied, I would protect her at all costs!"
