The Drum Master was heartbroken and blamed himself for not fulfilling his responsibilities as a father, letting his daughter shield him from the storm.
Chang Qing hurried forward, held her father's hand, and shook her head, "Dad, how can you blame yourself? I thought I wouldn't be able to see you again."
Recalling the moment she was almost killed, she couldn't help but shed tears.
"As long as you're fine, as long as you're fine." The Drum Master cried as he comforted her.
Chen Nan quickly walked up, surprised by the state of the Drum Master.
He looked like a withered corpse lying on the bed, the only difference being that there was still a hint of life in him.
Obviously, he was sustaining himself with his powerful cultivation; otherwise, he would have perished long ago.
What surprised him even more was the relationship between Chang Qing and the Drum Master.
They were actually father and daughter!
"Thank you, Chen Nan. Otherwise, I would have lost my daughter today."
