In the closed room, only the father and son sat face to face, and the lingering green smoke from the cigarette shuttled wantonly between the light and darkness.

There was a slightly choking smell of cigarette smoke in the room, which was as heavy as the two people's thoughts.

No one spoke, it was as quiet as death.

After a while, Peleus said as if recalling, "I remember I was only four or five years old at that time?"

“I started to receive some simple training, both in terms of knowledge and

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