Zhao Fu had no interest in saying anything more. Seeing Bing Lengleng and Bing Qingxue staring at him in shock, he said indifferently, "Let's go together!"
The two of them came back to their senses. Bing Qingxue still looked stunned as she asked, "Are you really the Holy Son who exists only in legend?"
Zhao Fu glanced at her. "I told you that ordinary women want to stay by my side. Did you think I was lying to you?"
Bing Qingxue was faintly displeased.
Bing Lengleng took hold of her younger sister and said calmly, "Let's go together! If you don't want to leave, then stay here."
At those words, Bing Qingxue revealed a trace of a smile. "Of course not. I want to stay with my sister."
Bing Lengleng also smiled faintly, then turned to the middle-aged man. "Father! We're leaving. If we have time, we'll come back too. Now that this Holy Son is here, you don't need to worry about us."
The middle-aged man nodded with an awkward laugh. He had originally been furious and wanted to bring Bing Lengleng back, but he had never expected this outcome—a Holy Son had suddenly appeared.
With Zhao Fu's status as a Holy Son before him, he truly did not dare entertain any thought of offending him. That would be even more terrifying than offending an Empire.
However, having his two daughters follow a Holy Son was far better than marrying them off to someone from a faction of the same rank. Perhaps his own faction could even receive a little assistance from a Saint-grade faction. Thinking of this, the middle-aged man could not help but feel somewhat excited.
That legendary, terrifying faction could easily wipe out even a powerful Empire.
Watching the three figures leave, the middle-aged man showed