Just then, Chu Ping, Grand Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Mystery Sect, hurried over with a group of the sect's senior members.
Chu Ping's face was filled with relief and gratitude at having survived the calamity. He strode forward and bowed deeply to Liu Changxu.
"Thank you for coming to our aid, Junior Brother Liu. At such a perilous moment, had you not arrived in time, our Heavenly Mystery Sect would have been in grave danger."
Liu Changxu quickly reached out to help Chu Ping straighten up. With a gentle smile, he said modestly:
"You're too kind, Senior Brother Chu. I'm practically half a member of the Heavenly Mystery Sect myself. With the sect in trouble, how could I stand by and do nothing? This was simply my duty."
Just then, a charming figure rushed out of the crowd. It was Liu Changxu's daughter, Liu Fujing.
Her face brimmed with joy and excitement. She came up to her father and said in a coaxing voice:
"Father, you arrived just in time! Otherwise, you might never have seen Mother or me again."
Looking at his daughter, who had grown into a graceful young woman and even reached the early stage of Nascent Soul, Liu Changxu's heart filled with pride and affection.
He raised a hand and gently stroked her head, saying softly:
"Silly girl, didn't I make it here? Don't be afraid. With your father here, no one can hurt you."
"Husband, now that the fighting has eased for the moment, you mustn't delay. Hurry into seclusion and stabilize your cultivation-that's what matters most!"
Duan Yuwei spoke urgently, her delicate brows drawn together and her eyes full of worry.
As Liu Changxu gazed at his wife's concerned face, warmth welled up in his heart. Deeply moved, he immediately agreed:
"All right!"