Now, Wyatt Barnes' words, Emperor End has believed seventy to eighty percent.
Knowing that his son most likely died because of greed, breaking into this tower before him, he felt only sorrow, not hatred.
After all, how could he hate a tower?
"Yonah, could it be that your fate was so fragile? If you hadn't died, and had received the inheritance of the Sword Saint Breezy Wind, you would have been able to return to the Dragonsmith Clan with overwhelming strength in no time... Such a pity, such a pity. The heavens envy the talented, the heavens envy the talented indeed!"
Emperor End silently screamed in his heart, grieving for his deceased son, feeling that his son's death was unjust.
However, after confirming the cause of his son's death, he temporarily suppressed his grief, staring ardently at the seven-story giant tower ahead, "The relic left behind by the Sword Saint Breezy Wind... Such a miraculous relic, besides various treasures, it must also contain his inheritance!"
