Chen Xun's smile deepened as he gently patted the boy's shoulder. "I didn't sense much surprise in your eyes or your heart. What, was your old dad's identity not impressive enough?"
Compared to his own son's deep and solemn demeanor, he still preferred Bai Xinghan and the others' reactions.
"No matter who you are, you're still my old dad." Qian Wuhen lowered his head and muttered softly. At last, his voice carried some emotion. "I thought I'd never see you again in this life!"
Whether he was a Dao Ancestor or an immortal was not all that important to him. Those were his old dad's immortal achievements, not his own. What mattered most was that his old dad was still alive.
"Haha, son, let's go!"
Chen Xun suddenly laughed aloud. Clouds and mist churned beneath his feet as he turned his head. "You two boys, keep up."
Whoosh—
The clouds suddenly burst with ten thousand zhang of rosy light. Qian Wuhen and the others were greatly shocked, swept up without warning. They moved so fast that even their thoughts could not keep up.
Behind them, the three Yu Family Old Ancestors followed. With such a formation, they could walk sideways through the entire Three Thousand Great Worlds.
On the ground.
Countless Human Race Cultivators watched them leave in silence, their expressions dim. The Old Patriarch of the Ying Family let out a deep sigh. It was over.
Si Lian gazed into the distance, her eyes filled with shock as she covered her mouth and cried out. She had never expected Qian Wuhen to truly be the Dao Ancestor's son... Would she not have to face him when future immortals fought for supremacy?!
The heavens were vast, and majestic mountains and rivers flashed past in the blink of an eye.
Chen