Outside Chu Yunshang's bedchamber in the main hall of Sacred Emperor Peak.
"Young Mistress, this old servant will stand guard outside. If anything happens, call for this servant at once. Even if I must throw away this old life, I will protect you and the Eldest Miss to the end."
After Chu Tian's reassurance along the way, the demonic intent in Old Tuo's slightly reddened eyes had dissipated, yet dense killing intent still coiled around his body.
Though Chu Tian had been soothing Old Tuo's emotions all the way, appearing utterly calm, as if he could solve Chu Yunshang's predicament with a flick of his fingers, with victory firmly in hand.
What they faced, however, was the Supreme Yin Yang Secret Art—a cultivation technique left behind by the terrifying Supreme Demon Clan. It had once ravaged Hengtian Continent for tens of thousands of years, leaving even countless supreme experts with heaven-reaching methods helpless.
Still unable to set his worries aside, Old Tuo grabbed Chu Tian's hand and repeatedly instructed him to call out immediately should anything go wrong. Only then did he grit his teeth, turn his hunched body around, and plant himself outside Chu Yunshang's chamber door to stand guard.
"Old Tuo, rest assured. Chu Tian never does anything without confidence."
Seeing that Old Tuo was still distracted and restless, as though his soul had fled in six directions, Chu Tian sighed inwardly.
But this also showed that Old Tuo had lived a lonely and bitter life. Like Star Slave, he had been raised by the Chu Family, and he truly regarded the Chu Family as his own home, treating the four siblings as his spiritual anchor and as if they were his own grandchildren.
Otherwise, a supreme expert at the level of an Emperor Venerable, someone who had