He came to the grave, laid out the sacrifices with his own hands, and sat down on the spot.

Holding a wine bottle in one hand, he kept nodding towards his son's tombstone.

A sip of wine doesn't have the mellow aroma of the past.

But it is extremely sour and sweet!

He just nodded like that and kept nodding, wanting to say something, but his lips kept trembling and he couldn't say what was in his heart!

Originally, I told myself that I had to hold back my tears, as my son was just going to be reincarnated and we would see each other one day.

But when it came time, I couldn’t hold back the tears!

The Old Dragon King has lived for thousands of years and experienced many storms and waves.

But the pain of losing a child is so heart-wrenching and uncomfortable.

I drank a bottle of wine with tears in my stomach.

Then he vomited it out again!

But what was spit out was not wine, but fire, the fire of dragon's breath, the anger of losing a son!

Above the West Sea, a raging fire shot straight into the heavens!

"Reverse!"
Chapter completed!