Jiang Ping'an saw that although Ye Qingyan and Ye Qingluan were delighted, their faces clearly showed disbelief, so he simply gave them a brief account of what had happened.
After hearing it, everyone, including Ye Qingyan and Ye Qingluan, was utterly shaken.
In merely dozens of breaths, he had not only made a round trip across a distance of more than a million li, but had also slain seven or eight Celestial Race Saints and tens of thousands of Celestial Race experts.
Ye Qingluan, Hu Yuhua, Liu Xixu, Zhi Rou... the empresses and consorts all looked at Jiang Ping'an with eyes full of worship and adoration.
Jiang Feng (Ye Feng) and Jiang An'er (Ye An'er), meanwhile, looked at Jiang Ping'an with the reverence, worship, and pride they felt for their father.
As for Jiang Shuyue, she was not in Ping'an City. Since entering the Divine Origin Ruins to cultivate, she had rarely emerged and had devoted herself to arduous cultivation.
"Brother-in-law, your divine abilities have already completely surpassed the limits of our imagination," Ye Qingyan sighed. Then he said gratefully, "Thank you for saving the Ye Family Ancient Clan."
Jiang Ping'an waved a hand. "Family need not stand on ceremony."
His gaze shifted to Ye Qingluan, Hu Yuhua, Liu Xixu, Jiang Feng... and the rest of his family. He said solemnly, "The Celestial Race hates me to the bone. They cannot do anything to me, but they may launch sneak attacks on Ping'an City, even the entire Great An Kingdom, to vent their hatred in revenge. You are my closest family. They will certainly rack their brains to harm you."
"To guard against any eventuality, all of you should enter the Divine Origin Ruins and stay there for a while. Treat it as secluded cultivation."
"Once I have basically eliminated