C1384 The son hit the father

The pitch black Nader was like a piece of charred coal that was thrown on the sand. If he didn't reply soon, Ling Feiyu would feel like she had saved a chunk of charred coal.

Nader's sound transmission was extremely dejected, and contained a hidden, terrifying rage. I've fought for the Holy Light for half my life! Yet, he nearly died in the dark and stinky underground execution chamber