The Son of the Celestial Emperor

The Jiang Family had arrived, making the last round a draw. More importantly, Jiang Ming spotted an old man among them. Wasn't that his father? He had come along too.

"Brother Jiang, bringing your father was my idea. I figured the old man must get lonely cultivating on the road by himself."

Just then, Pang Bo sent him a voice transmission.

"Father, I've been an unfilial son."

Jiang Ming knelt before Jiang Tang in full view of everyone.

"It's all right. I understand. I just came out for a stroll, and it's been good for me. You haven't been unfilial. You're the greatest pride of my life."

Jiang Tang smiled happily and pulled his son to his feet.

"Grandpa, I'll show you around! I told you to come out and see the world. You've finally taken my advice."

Jiang Tingting flew out from Yaochi. Dressed in a spotless white gown, she had blended in among the Yaochi fairies, and no one had noticed her.

The last time she had gone home to see her grandfather, she had wanted to take him out for some fun, but he had refused.

It was worth mentioning that

Tingting had gone to a great deal of trouble. She had sought out the elder Li Ruoyu, obtained the inheritance of Clumsy Peak, and passed it on to her grandfather.

Jiang Tang had come out this time because he, too, had embarked on cultivation and become a cultivator of the Sea of Bitterness Secret Realm. He had also persisted in practicing the Martial Dao Jiang Ming had taught him. He was a Martial Grandmaster.

After that interlude, the Myriad Races Assembly at Yaochi officially began.

A delegation arrived from Fire Qilin Cave of the Primordial Imperial Clan.

The Jiang Family, a Desolate Ancient Family, followed close