"Son, I never thought you would really come back to life. This is wonderful!" Ye Mo's eyes were filled with tears of joy.
Ye Zong's furrowed brows slowly relaxed as he looked at Ye Mo, his expression filled with sorrow.
He knew that during the time he was dead, his father must have endured a great deal.
Throughout the years, their communication had been sparse.
Ye Mo often lingered outside Glory City, and their time together was fleeting.
He never imagined that their last meeting would have been a final farewell.
Now, having returned from death, Ye Zong's heart was filled with countless emotions.
However, the current situation was extremely awkward for him.
He had been reduced to the form of a child, held aloft by Ye Mo, and it felt utterly bizarre.