In just a moment, Hu Zhili's emotions were like riding a roller coaster.
Immersed in the excitement of his biological daughter getting close to a powerful ally, his mood soared to the peak;
Then, a sudden change struck him, fearing that his beloved son might get hurt, his thrilling feelings disappeared instantly, leaving him anxious.
Fortunately, he arrived just in time to rescue his son unharmed, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, calming his mood considerably, but then a gentle voice behind him struck like a thunderbolt, dropping his heart to the bottom!
"Father, who is he?" Hu Zhixun was frightened, his heart pounding wildly. Fortunately, his father appeared in time to save him from the mysterious blades, barely calming him before noticing his father's face turned pale instantly.
He followed the voice and saw a human cultivator, about his age, standing on a sculpture not far away, staring at him coldly as if looking at a dead person.
Hu Zhixun couldn't help but shiver.
