Chen Xiang was no fool. From Yang Chan's tone, he could tell that perhaps some immortal or god had done this to scheme against their family for something.
He felt that he was already grown up and should shield his parents from the wind and rain. He should not drag Liu Yanchang into this, so he merely gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Seeing this, Liu Yanchang said no more. No one knew a son better than his father; he knew full well how stubborn this boy was.
But he had witnessed Yang Jian's might back then. He was not close with Yang Jian and did not know what kind of person he was. If Chen Xiang went there and something happened, how could he answer to his wife?
"I'll say it again. You have no mother. You are not allowed to leave!"
Chen Xiang's eyes were filled with defiance. Seeing this, Liu Yanchang knew that he would certainly find every possible way to run away.
Vast Righteous Qi erupted around Liu Yanchang. He uttered only a single word:
"Lock!"
As his voice fell, strange talismanic characters shot into the sky, transforming into chains that sealed the entire thatched cottage.
Though Confucian disciples had frail bodies, their offensive power was astonishing. They were also versatile talents.
However, before the fifth realm of the Confucian Way, it was merely an accumulation stage. Their divine abilities were not yet apparent, and they were only slightly stronger than ordinary people. A fourth-realm Confucian cultivator could not even defeat a second-realm martial cultivator.
Liu Yanchang was at the Enlightened Wisdom realm, the fourth realm of the Confucian Way. That was why Chen Xiang could secretly slip out.
He had already been at this realm back on Mount Hua. More than twenty years had passed,