C81 The Tip of the Spear Was Buried in the Ground.

"Dad," Ye Xiangyang called out softly.

Ye Wentian looked up, his mind foggy, and before him was a familiar, handsome face. Tears streamed down his own cheeks; it was Yang, the son he had been so worried about.

Fearing it was just a figment of his imagination, he rubbed his eyes, then closed them and pinched his right hand with his left. The sharp pain confirmed it wasn't a dream