Especially the Elder Ku Long, who remained poised to attack.
A bone-chilling killing intent flashed through the depths of Liu Wuyan's eyes.
Anyone who dared hurt his daughter had to be prepared to bear his wrath.
He would let these people know what true despair was—and what the wrath of a Divine Lord was!
"Yan'er, tell Father. Who hurt you?" Liu Wuyan's voice was frighteningly calm.
Yet everyone knew that beneath this calm often lurked the most turbulent waves.
Lan Yan felt her injuries rapidly recovering, and the shock in her heart was beyond words.
The effects of this pill were simply inconceivable.
She raised her head and looked at Liu Wuyan. The wariness and guardedness in her eyes had faded considerably.
In their place was an emotion too complicated to describe.
She parted her lips, seeming to want to say something, but ultimately made no sound.
She needed time to digest everything.
This powerful man who had suddenly appeared and claimed to be her father.
Liu Wuyan did not urge her either. He merely stood quietly beside his daughter.
With his broad arms, he held up a sky of absolute safety for her.
He knew his daughter needed time. After waiting so many years, he did not mind waiting a little longer.
At that moment, the cultivators who had been immobilized felt as though they had fallen into an icy abyss, cold from head to toe.
Although they could not move, their minds remained clear.
They heard every word of Liu Wuyan and Lan Yan's conversation.
Daughter? Father?
This green-robed man who had descended like a god or devil was actually that young girl's father?
Heavens, what sort of existence had they provoked?
If Elder Ku Long could move at that moment, he probably would have knelt and begged