Wei Yang turned to look at Xiao Yan. "Xiao Yan."
"Mm." Xiao Yan stared blankly at the aged figure bound by layer upon layer of iron chains. After a moment, he smiled.
He raised his head and took a deep breath. No matter how much his father had suffered, at least he was still alive.
"Father, don't worry. It's all right. I'll rescue you very soon."
"Yan'er." Xiao Zhan choked out anxiously.
However, he had now somewhat grasped the situation before him. He discovered countless powerful figures standing within a light array below, their auras shaking the heavens.
"What a touching scene."
Soul Heavenly Emperor smiled faintly as he looked at Xiao Yan. "Filial son, perhaps you ought to thank us. Your father's talent is ordinary. If he had cultivated normally, he would never have reached the Dou Emperor level in his lifetime."
"To ensure that he lived safely until now, my Soul Clan used quite a few pills on him. Otherwise, he might have been unable to hold on long ago."
"Thank you? Mm, I will."
A smile surfaced on Xiao Yan's face.
He nodded gently, then said with a smile, "Don't worry. Xiao Yan will remember this great favor."
Soul Heavenly Emperor's face twitched slightly. Even he had to admit that Xiao Yan's talent was truly monstrous.
Even compared to Xiao Xuan of those days, he was superior rather than inferior.
Staring at Xiao Yan's blood-red eyes, which had somewhat calmed, Soul Heavenly Emperor knew that what the other man had just said was certainly not an angry outburst.
If Xiao Yan truly had that chance, Soul Heavenly Emperor absolutely believed that he would slaughter the entire Soul Clan until their bloodline was severed.
It was just that such an opportunity would probably never arise.
"Make the trade,"