After His Son Died, the Daoist Prodigy Went Mad with Regret

Sun Baozhen, a junior sister of the Daoist sect, was controlled by poisonous smoke and fell into a coma while saving my Dao-cultivating husband. His master said the bones and blood of my son had to be used as a medicinal ingredient to make a pill for Sun Baozhen, or she would not survive. Qin Yan didn't hesitate. He took our son to the alchemy chamber and lied, telling him there was a present for him inside the furnace. Once our son went in, he sealed the furnace door with his own hands. No matter how our son screamed and cried, he didn't answer. He only lit the fire himself. By the time I arrived, the flames had already refined my son into a pill. I demanded to know what gave Qin Yan the right to decide whether our son lived or died. Qin Yan replied coolly, “Qin Shu's bones and blood can be used to help Zhenzhen...”