Su Cheng’an lay on his bed, his face extremely pale. Only the hair on his head was whiter. His entire appearance screamed as if he was about to die at any point in time.

This should have been impossible given his cultivation base, but the knot in his heart had been unresolved for so many years.

But just because he was like this didn’t mean that he had become repentant in his old age.

Admitting fault was a kind of humiliation, which was why it was also a prized virtue - not everyone could do it.

Su Cheng’an lay in his bed, slowly sipping at his tea as he smacked the side of his bed, cursing, “You useless buffoon. How could you go and visit that brothel again? What’s the point in going to that kind of place?”

Su Hao replied carelessly, “Where else am I to go? To the gambling den? That place is no fun at all. I can’t win, and I can’t even lose.”

“You useless bastard. All you can think about is gambling or spending time with whores. How could I have sired a useless son like you?”

Su Hao retorted, “How would you have found my mom if it weren’t for the fact that you frequented brothels yourself? If it weren’t for your lasciviousness, would the Su Clan still be in its current state?...