"You know, even in Yunxia City, let alone Sky City, we'd be held in even higher esteem; people would be practically trampling over each other just to curry favor with our Yue Clan."
But now, with the token in Yue Chushui's hands, what good is it to him, a useless man who can't cultivate his spirit? It's not like he can eat it."
Since the token is useless in his hands, why can't he just give it to you as a sign of filial piety? You are his real father after all. Should father and son really be so estranged?"
It had to be said, Luo Mianyi's words struck right at Yue Chong's heart.
Of course, he wanted to take the token from Yue Chushui's hands into his own. Not only the token—he wished Yue Chushui would hand over everything that Old Madam Luo, his mother-in-law, bestowed upon her own grandson.
But was that possible?
Would Yue Chushui hand over those things to him?
The answer is, of course, impossible!
