"What? Little Fan, are you saying you found a treasure that can break the shackles of fate binding the sisters?"
At this.
Ai Hongjun's eyes immediately reddened with excitement.
Even through the online connection.
Ye Fan was startled.
This was the first time he had seen Grandpa Ai so agitated.
"That's right, Grandpa Ai. I found a Seven-Colored Treasure Lotus in a savage realm."
Ye Fan said it lightly.
He completely glossed over the dangers of entering the Mystic Dragon Realm this time.
Then.
With a wave of Ye Fan's hand.
Light flickered.
A Seven-Colored Treasure Lotus flowing with hazy radiance emerged from his Space Treasure and appeared before him.
It floated in midair like an exquisite work of art.
When he truly saw the Seven-Colored Treasure Lotus.
Even Ai Hongjun's projected body trembled slightly.
It was clear.
This Grandpa Ai, who had always been incomparably composed and was a major figure in the eyes of countless martial artists.
Was utterly overwhelmed with emotion at this moment.
He even.
Reached out with one hand, wanting to gently stroke the Seven-Colored Treasure Lotus.
However, because this was merely a projection.
It had no substance and passed straight through the Seven-Colored Treasure Lotus.
"Grandpa Ai, why are you crying?"
Ye Fan saw that Grandpa Ai was crying.
After all, he had not stood in Ai Hongjun's position.
Nor had he worried himself sick over Ai Wei and Ai Qi.
He could understand.
But he could not truly feel what Ai Hongjun felt.
"I'm happy. I truly didn't misjudge you.
Little Fan, thank you.
With this treasure, I can finally give an answer to my deceased son."
Ai Hongjun said as he wiped away his tears.
"Grandpa Ai, this is what I should do. It's nothing.
Then, can we begin reshaping Weiwei and