"You gave birth to a son, but you don't raise him properly!"
"You exposed him to the darkness of humanity at such a young age, but you didn't teach him what true justice and responsibility are!"
"Look what he's become!"
"If a son is not taught properly, it is the father's fault. I will take all of this as your dereliction of duty as a father!"
Tang Chen's hands trembled violently with rage, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Tang Hao.
Tang Hao was completely stunned at that moment.
He thought of Ning Liu, and of how, at the Liuli Tian auction, he had recklessly snatched items from the auction house in order to revive Ah Yin.
At that time, all I had in my heart was Ah Yin and my obsession with reviving her.
He completely disregarded morality, right and wrong.
Snatch it alive...
What's the difference between this kind of person and those he's always looked down on?
If you yourself have violated justice first, what right do you have to teach your son what justice is?
If you can stop at nothing to achieve your own obsession, how can you expect your son to stay true to himself?
So... so the root of the problem was with myself!
It was he himself who planted the first seed for Tang San's descent into darkness!
"ah……"
Tang Hao let out a roar that sounded inhuman as he recalled what he had done over the years.
He fell in love with Ah Yin, but he was powerless to protect her. Instead, his arrogance exposed her!
Having a son, Tang San, he has never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, nor has he given him genuine care and proper guidance!
Driven by his obsession to revive Ah Yin, he was even willing to do despicable things like robbery, completely abandoning the honor and justice of the Haotian Sect!
Ultimately, he ended up as a prisoner!
"I was wrong……"
Tang Hao's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.
This towering man, this Haotian Douluo who once shook the entire continent, now resembled a helpless child, tears streaming down his face.
He looked at his hands, the hands that once wielded the Haotian Hammer and dominated the world, but now they were stained with indelible marks.
“I was wrong… I forgot I was a disciple of the Haotian Sect… I forgot what honor was…”
“I…I’m not a good husband, let alone a good father…I was wrong…”
He raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face, the crisp sound echoing through the dungeon.
Then came the second slap, the third slap...
He seemed oblivious to the pain, mechanically repeating the action as if trying to punish himself and atone for his sins.
Tang Chen looked at Tang Hao, who was crying and self-harming on the ground, and the anger in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a complex and inexplicable sadness.
He released his grip, leaving Tang Hao sprawled on the ground.
"It's good that you admit your mistake..."
Tang Chen's voice remained cold, but it carried a hint of weariness.
"At least, you're not completely rotten to the core."
"Everything... is still not too late."
Tang Hao's movements suddenly stopped. He raised his face, which was covered with tears and fingerprints, and for the first time, a glimmer of hope appeared in his bloodshot eyes.
"Is...it still not too late?"
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