"Save your family?"
Even An Jing was stunned for a moment when he heard Wang Xuantong's words.
He did not particularly care that the other had once tried to provoke him. After all, a dignified True Lord, a powerhouse of the Dragon Clan, was willing to perform a full prostration before everyone present for the sake of "family"... wasn't that absurd?
—He had already knelt and said it was for family. What else could be said? Just forgive him.
What chiefly puzzled An Jing was that he had swept his gaze around at once, yet saw no other dragons nearby.
Could Wang Xuantong's family have been so grievously injured that he needed to personally hurry over? But if it were truly that severe, why not directly ask the Four Seasons Dragon Gods to reverse time and undo everything?
Or could it be...
At that thought, An Jing understood. He nodded slightly, his tone gentling somewhat. "Your family is human, right? Inside your Array Realm? Bring them out quickly. Let me see how they are."
Wang Xuantong raised his head, momentarily stunned. He had still been considering how to explain things to An Jing, yet the other had seen through his "family's" true identities at a glance... He rose without a word, bowed deeply, then raised a hand.
At that moment, within his palm, a stretch of spacetime slowly emerged, continuously twisting as though frozen solid by some invisible force.
As Wang Xuantong activated his dharma power, that frozen spacetime unfolded, and dozens of attendants and maidservants of varying appearances appeared before the crowd.
Most of them looked no different from humans, save that some had fluffy beast ears, while others had soft beast tails swaying behind them. There were mostly women, though men were present as well. Every one of