Lu Changdong looked at his daughter, a final trace of attachment and regret flashing through his eyes before he collapsed to the ground.
The nearby Snow Guards rushed over and subdued Lu Changdong.
"Great Clan Elder, Changqiu arrived late. Please forgive me." A dignified middle-aged man entered the square with two squads of Snow Guards. The glow from the armor on his left hand had just faded.
It was none other than Lu Changqiu, the man appointed as temporary Clan Leader.
"Not late. Just in time." A strange smile curled across Lu Hua's lips as he abruptly swung his arm.
In an instant, the Snow Guards formed up and sealed off the entire altar.
With his back to the square's entrance and his hands clasped behind him, Lu Hua said, "Lu Changqiu, bring your brother and have a proper talk with your niece."
"After all, the Divine Son is about to descend. Things should be a little more harmonious here."
Lu Changqiu looked at Lu Changdong, who was struggling on the ground, mockery flashing across his face. He strode over, grabbed Lu Changdong's remaining arm with one hand, and dragged him across the ground.
The altar shook more and more violently as a cyan vortex silently emerged once again.
A sharp glint flashed through Lu Qingxue's eyes. She bent down and pulled out the Stacked Snow Sword, looking at her father being dragged by Lu Changqiu like a dead dog.
Then she turned to Mu Fan, whose body was wreathed in an eerie dark green glow, and her gaze churned violently.
"Lu Changdong, your niece is watching you. Does it hurt? Say something to her. Tell her to come down."
Lu Changqiu wore a smile, but there was not the slightest trace of brotherly affection in his eyes. Lu Changdong's