The space inside the cave suddenly rippled almost imperceptibly, like a single drop falling into a still lake.
Luo Fan was holding the Weird Bride's hand, and before he could finish speaking, that spatial fluctuation appeared without warning.
Instinctively, he wanted to rise, open his storage space, and take out a weapon.
But the Weird Bride moved faster.
She seized Luo Fan's arm and tugged him behind her, placing herself squarely in front of him.
With her arms spread wide, the Weird Bride looked just like the mother hen in a game of hawk and chicks.
The broad sleeves of her bright red wedding gown spread before Luo Fan's eyes like a red flag.
Standing behind the Weird Bride, Luo Fan could still smell the faint fragrance of her hair, while before him were his wife's slender yet perfectly straight shoulders.
She spread her arms, putting some distance between him and that spatial fluctuation.
He had to admit, standing behind his own wife made Luo Fan feel utterly safe.
He even had the leisure to marvel inwardly. Sure enough, she's my greatest backer in the apocalypse.
The spatial fluctuation rapidly spread, and a tall figure stepped out of the distorted void.
The Years Weird's stern face looked particularly grim in the dim cave.
Ripples of time surged silently around him, their pressure sending dust cascading from the cave walls.
Seeing that the newcomer was the Years Weird, Luo Fan and the Weird Bride both breathed a sigh of relief.
The Weird Bride lowered her outstretched arms, and Luo Fan stepped out from behind her.
By contrast, as the Years Weird looked at his daughter and son-in-law, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
His daughter was unharmed, which was good news, of course.
But what had