"Why is the old man here!"
The moment Ji Mingming heard that voice, his expression became extraordinarily vivid. He had not expected his own old man to be alerted. Who had tipped him off? Or had the old man merely happened to pass by?
Just as Ji Mingming was puzzling over it, an elderly figure instantly appeared in the field. Dressed in a crisp traditional Chinese tunic suit, his expression meticulously stern, the old man's first impression on Lin Yu was simple: serious and rigid.
"Grandpa Ji, save me! I don't want to die!"
Upon hearing Ji Wushuang's voice, Zhang Chaoyang, who was being held by Lin Yu, seemed to have found a lifeline. Excitement appeared on his face. Although he could not move at all under the force of gravity, his intense desire to survive still made him cry out at once.
"Ji Wushuang?"
Lin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked calmly at the old man before him, without releasing Zhang Chaoyang. Though Lin Yu did not know who Ji Wushuang was, his instincts told him that this old man at the Emperor Realm had an extraordinary relationship with his senior sister.
Ji Wushuang ignored Zhang Chaoyang's wails. Looking at Lin Yu, who remained composed beneath his pressure, he stared deeply at this young man shrouded in legend. A concealed trace of admiration flashed through his eyes.
"Would you be willing to do this old man a favor, young friend?"
Ji Wushuang's tone was unusually gentle, making him seem like an entirely different person from his usual stern self.
"Fuck?? Is that really the old man?"
After Ji Wushuang spoke, Ji Mingming's eyes widened larger than a bull's. His mind was roaring like thunder as he stared at Ji Wushuang in disbelief. Was this really the rigid