The extremely bizarre scene before them plunged the entire room into an eerie atmosphere.
"This... this, this...??"
There was a tremor in Father's voice.
"Whoosh!"
He appeared before Zeng Anmin at once and looked at the potted plant Zeng Anmin was pointing at.
Then he reached out and carefully cradled the potted plant in his palms.
He stared without blinking at the flower that had already rotted away.
After a long while, he kept murmuring:
"The power of immortals..."
Flying, fighting, slaying demons, vanquishing devils—none of these seemed particularly novel to Zeng Shilin, who was already a Second-rank Confucian cultivator.
But time...
Time—that was...
Gulp~
Zeng Anmin could even hear Father swallowing.
?
Before he could speak, Zeng Shilin hesitantly raised his head and looked at Zeng Anmin with flickering eyes.
"There's something... Father wants to discuss with you."
Zeng Anmin hurried over to support Father.
"You're my father. What are you doing? If there's something, just say it!"
Ahem.
Zeng Shilin coughed, then looked at Zeng Anmin with blazing eyes. He took Zeng Anmin's hand and patted it gently.
"Father has not treated you poorly all these years."
"Uh..."
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
Zeng Anmin's scalp went numb.
"Could you try seeing whether you can make Father... look a little younger?"
Zeng Shilin's face was full of anticipation.
"That won't work!"
Zeng Anmin hurriedly waved his hands. Pointing at the flower in the potted plant, he said:
"You saw it too. Just an ordinary little flower completely drained the Martial Arts Aura in my body."
"You just said that you only killed Ji Qing after freezing this Third Rank Martial Artist inside your 'domain'!"
Father glared, practically blowing his beard and glaring his eyes.
"That was because I got lucky. No one had been able to