C217 He Crippled His Own Cultivation!?

Ning Hongtian's fury turned to laughter, a bitter, mocking sound. "Hahaha!" Once he finished, he produced an urn. "Ungrateful son, do you recognize this?"

Ning Qi's face fell. "What are you implying?"

"The message is straightforward, you wild seed. This urn contains your mother's ashes—the only remnant of her in this world. If you behave today, perhaps we'll return it to you. Otherwise