An Ning's father was the An Clan's king and the Imperial Army's Heavenly Marshal. He commanded a hundred million elite Imperial Army cosmic warship troops.
Among his generation, this achievement was already exceptionally outstanding.
In the Imperial Ruins, people generally called him the "An Yang King," while within the Primordial Imperial Army, they addressed him respectfully as Heavenly Marshal.
Li Tianming had imagined that an existence capable of commanding a hundred million Chaos Eonic God imperial soldiers within the Real World Dock would be domineering, majestic, looking down upon all beneath him and making others unable to raise their heads.
Yet the red-haired middle-aged man before him was refined and gentle. Though tall and straight-backed, he gave off the feeling of a spring breeze brushing one's face. He was very approachable and made people feel exceptionally comfortable.
No wonder An Ning respected him so much. From this father's eyes, Li Tianming could easily see his doting love for An Ning... Such a thing was difficult to fake, and there was no need to fake it.
"This junior, Li Tianming, pays respects to Heavenly Marshal."
As a junior among juniors, Li Tianming remained thorough in etiquette. He was wild before his enemies, but before his own elders, he was low-key and courteous.
"Mm, let's go in together." The An Yang King merely gave Li Tianming a brief glance. His gaze was mainly focused on his own daughter. Clearly, An Ning's near-death ordeal with the Destiny Eye Beast had once left him deeply worried.
Fortunately, she had returned safely.
And that safety had also come from Li Tianming.
Perhaps precisely because of this, Li Tianming did not feel any oppressive pressure from this exalted An Clan king. He was like a close elder Li Tianming had known for a long time, warm