China had a proverb: Be afraid of something, and it will come.
When Lu Qingming fled with Li Mu Yang, he already knew his father's situation was dire.
But at the time, he still held on to hope. With his father's strength, even if he could not defeat Song Gudú, a powerhouse who had just entered the Divine Roam Realm, there should still have been a chance to escape. So long as his father wanted to flee, Song Gudú probably could not be certain of keeping him there.
They fled all the way while being hunted at every turn. His father never caught up with them, nor did he send them even the slightest bit of news.
The worry in Lu Qingming's heart deepened, and that ominous feeling grew stronger and stronger.
At the time, they were trapped in one bitter battle after another. The slightest carelessness could have left both father and son dead. Moreover, Li Mu Yang's body was still extremely frail then. Lu Qingming had been carrying the entire burden alone, and it had truly been difficult for him to spare any thought for other matters.
Lu Qingming hid his worry for his father in his heart. Clearly, Li Mu Yang had been thinking the same thing.
Neither of them mentioned the old man battling others atop Mount Lan, without even a word of speculation.
It was as though they knew the old man had merely gone out for a stroll and would soon return for dinner.
The news of the tragedy reached them. To Li Mu Yang and Lu Qingming, Song Gudú's words were a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
It was dozens, even hundreds of times more devastating than the lightning Song Gudú had summoned from a thousand miles away.
"Song Gudú, you old dog!