Zuo Yuezhi’s eyes filled with bloodshot rage. His chest heaved uncontrollably, trembling with a mix of urgency and anger. It isn’t easy for a cultivator to have offspring, and unlike Zuo Yuanrong, who indulged in pleasures, Zuo Yuezhi cherished his only son, Zuo Tianlang, whom he had managed to have after great difficulty. He doted on him and allowed him…