Wen Haishan was beside himself with rage. Dazzling golden light surged into his pupils, and his eyes looked as though they had been cast from gold.
Metal-Element Power spread through the air, and a terrifying killing intent, like a violent storm, swept across the entire hall.
The manor guards and household servants all trembled, lowering their heads. Their skin felt as if it were being pierced by thousands upon thousands of steel needles, the pain unbearable!
Seeing Wen Haishan fly into a rage, Xiao Zhentian hurriedly shut his mouth and said no more!
"Hmph!"
After coldly glancing at Xiao Zhentian and Wen Wanrong, Wen Haishan withdrew the divine light and stormed away with the black-robed old man.
He had left home in his youth, abandoning Wen Wanrong and her mother, and had always carried guilt in his heart. After acknowledging Wen Wanrong, he had doted on her endlessly.
Yet the husband Wen Wanrong had chosen, along with their attitude toward Xiao Chen, made it impossible for him to feel any fondness for this daughter.
"Chen'er is a peerless genius, as astonishing as a dragon. How could he have such muddleheaded parents?" Even after leaving the hall and entering the courtyard, Wen Haishan remained indignant.
The black-robed old man was speechless. Those were Wen Haishan's own daughter and son-in-law—how would he know?
"Fist Elder, what do you think of the coming Rebirth of Spiritual Energy? Will Chen'er's prophecy come true?" Wen Haishan calmed himself and looked at the black-robed old man.
"It is possible, but the odds are not high," Fist Elder said after a moment of silence.
It was not that he did not believe Xiao Chen. Rebirth of Spiritual Energy was simply far too illusory!
Over endless ages, only scattered fragments of legend had remained.
Even his master, the