Dad, You're Not Dead Yet?

"What?!"

Li Tianhua was stunned.

His son was coming?

Which son?

Li Yuanhao? Li Yuankuang? Or Li Tianba?

No, Li Yuanhao wasn't in Great Tang.

So it could only be one of his other two sons.

Excitement stirred within Li Tianhua. With a trembling heart, he ran outside.

He hadn't seen his sons for so long. To be honest, even after being imprisoned for several hundred years, his heart had become as still as a pool of dead water—yet ripples still spread across it.

They were his sons, after all!

Otherwise, Li Tianhua would not have begged Yang Chen earlier, hoping that he would lend Great Tang a hand when it faced trouble.

Yang Chen smiled faintly, sat back down in his chair, and waited.

Nine Heavens Icefield.

Two powerful figures gradually appeared between heaven and earth.

One was a burly, muscular man, while the other was a white-haired old man.

"Your Highness, is the person you seek in this place?"

The old man spoke with a doubtful expression.

That burly man was none other than the Northern Suppressing King.

The old man beside him was Liu Hong, the current dynasty's prime minister. One civil and one martial, he and the Northern Suppressing King supported the whole of Great Tang.

Liu Hong narrowed his eyes. The surrounding cold wind constantly gnawed away at his flesh. After all, Liu Hong worked with his mind; his cultivation was not particularly strong, only at the seventh-turn Gods and Devils realm, and even there, he was among the weakest.

But Liu Hong had a sharp mind.

The Northern Suppressing King said flatly, "When we get there, show some respect. Otherwise, if the two of us end up buried here, Great Tang will truly be finished."

Liu Hong looked somewhat doubtful as he spoke indifferently.