"Immortal Palace Ren Han, obeying the Decree of the Stars, shall slay all demons and monsters."
Tall, handsome, with snow-white hair.
Dressed in a pitch-black overcoat, alloy black boots beneath his feet, a battle axe at his waist and a wooden shield on his left, he stood straight as a sword. Even the words he casually spoke seemed capable of stirring the aura.
Sixth Ancestor Ren Han.
After politely greeting them, Ren Han looked at Chief Ren beside him. The two stared at each other in silence. Ren Han wore a faint, gentle smile, while Chief Ren remained expressionless.
The two simply gazed at each other quietly for several seconds. Then a glimmer flashed through everyone's eyes, followed by a cry: "Han!"
Ren Han smiled. "Wang Shu."
The fairy in a flowing, wide-sleeved gown rode in on a beam of light and threw herself directly into Ren Han's arms. Ren Han glanced at the Supreme Sovereign, who nodded. "Before you take the field, do as you please."
After Ren Han and Wang Shu walked aside to talk privately, the Supreme Sovereign looked at Chief Ren. "Nothing to say?"
"I originally had a lot to say, but when I saw him, I felt there was no need." Chief Ren said, "He has already told me everything."
Chief Ren's feelings toward Ren Han were undoubtedly complicated.
It was not merely because Ren Han was his ancestor. More importantly, Ren Han was his only blood relative in this world.
Only Ren Han could possibly understand his fear, his pain, his pride, and his helplessness.
No one else had the right to listen to his grievances. Not You Jian, not Tea Fairy, not even his parents. Only Ren Han, who had endured the same pain, been tortured by the same fear, and still survived,