Don't Think About Touching My Daughter

A moment later, Yuanen Zhentian slowly descended from the sky. The aged appearance had faded from his face, and visible strands of black had appeared amid the gray at his temples. Even his spirits had improved considerably.

"Congratulations, Senior." Luo Ze was the first to step forward.

Yuanen Zhentian was in an excellent mood. Since becoming a Quasi-God, this was the first time he had felt so close to that pinnacle!

"If anyone deserves thanks, it should be my ancestor. Without the help of his essence blood, even if I worked for a lifetime, I could never have reached this realm."

As he spoke, Yuanen Zhentian could not help turning to look behind Luo Ze. He found that, aside from The Five Little Ones, no one else had appeared.

Logically speaking, a phenomenon like the Light of Reception, something rarely seen even once in ten thousand years, would be of immense benefit to anyone who could witness it firsthand and comprehend, understand, or even absorb the power of its laws.

"Senior, don't worry too much. The others went to see Yehui's Father. Senior Er Ming said he had a way to help him recover his strength, so the others went over there while the few of us stayed here to wait."

Luo Ze had only just learned this from Er Ming. Otherwise, how could Yuanen Yehui have been willing to miss such a sight? That was the Light of Reception.

But now, in her heart, her father was clearly more important than anything else.

Yuanen Zhentian was overwhelmed with excitement. "Little Luo Ze, is what you said true? Is there really a way for my son Tiandang to recover his former cultivation?"

Luo Ze did not dare speak too definitively about the details.

After all, he had not been there