The Wife-Fearing Husband Ran Away from Home? Zhao Gongming: Come on! Senior Brother'll Take You to Call for Backup!

Watching Lu Ya come rushing in, stumbling and crawling,

his face streaked with tears and snot,

the several Saints present couldn't help but stare in surprise.

Although they usually belonged to different factions,

and occasionally undermined one another,

when it came to Lu Ya, their junior,

the Saints still showed the generosity and affection befitting his elders.

After all, Lu Ya was Di Jun's own son, the Demon Court Crown Prince.

By rights, he was their proper Martial Nephew.

What's more, they couldn't help picturing the child in their minds,

adorably meowing with cat ears on...

Ahem, that made it even harder to get angry with him.

Laozi flicked the Whisk in his hand.

A gentle stream of Taiqing immortal power lifted Lu Ya up.

He soothed him in a warm tone.

"Martial Nephew Lu Ya, don't panic."

"If the sky falls, we old bones will hold it up."

"Steady yourself and tell us what happened, slowly. What's the matter?"

Lu Ya wiped away his tears, hopping anxiously from foot to foot.

"Eldest Martial Uncle, my Father Emperor... my Father Emperor has disappeared!"

"He's been missing for three whole days!"

"He vanished out of nowhere. No one's seen him alive or dead!"

At this, Sect Master Tongtian stroked his chin.

He waved a hand, looking unconcerned.

"Ah, I thought it was something serious."

"Your Father Emperor is a Quasi-Saint peak powerhouse, a ruler of the Primordial World. What could possibly happen to him?"

"Could it be that Junior Brother Di Jun was fighting Di Jiang recently,"

"and suddenly had an epiphany, found a secluded cave, and went into seclusion to consolidate his cultivation?"

Lu Ya shook his head like a rattle, anxiously protesting.

"That's impossible, Martial Uncle Tongtian!"

"If he'd gone into seclusion, how could my mother not know?"

"Just