The atmosphere in the cave relaxed.
The Years Weird withdrew his gaze. His stern face still bore some of its habitual disdain, but the worry deep in his eyes had vanished completely.
His daughter was safe and sound, and she had even broken through to the rule sanction tier. As her father, he was in quite a good mood.
He might scold her, but he was actually happy inside.
A tiger would never sire a weak daughter. His own daughter could hardly be anything less.
As for Luo Fan?
The brat was only a fifth-tier sequence user right now, not even worth calling an ant in the world of the Weird.
But with a Godhead Fragment, the ultimate ceiling of his strength was still well worth looking forward to.
Besides, among sequence users, the fifth tier was already exceedingly rare.
Going from an ordinary person to this point in just over a year made him an outstanding talent among humans, too.
Most importantly, although the brat usually hid behind his daughter with a cheeky grin, he really did step up when it mattered.
It was not just talk. He truly put his life on the line.
He had charged into a certain-death situation like the spacetime storm without so much as furrowing his brow.
The Years Weird never said so, but inwardly, he approved of that.
Still, approval was one thing. The brat still needed to be kept in line.
The Years Weird glanced at Luo Fan. The disdain in his eyes was less intense than before, but he made no attempt to hide it. "Your current sequence level is still a little low."
Hearing that, Luo Fan knew his father-in-law was about to set a condition, and his cheeky smile stiffened slightly.
The Years Weird continued, "If you really