When he unleashed his spiritual power back then, Yi Danian and the others were once again trapped. “Qianmo, run!” Yi Danian’s tone was heavy. He straightened his back and shielded Yi Qianmo behind him, secretly resolving that even if he died here, he would give his grandson a chance to escape. Yi Qianmo gripped his sword and said, “Grandpa, believe me!” Looking at his resolute eyes, Yi Danian knew his grandson would not abandon him. Those eyes were exactly like his eldest son's—so stubborn. “Want to leave? You’ll have to ask me if I agree!” After rising, he slowly walked over. With each step he took closer, his aura grew stronger. Several guards with weaker cultivation levels immediately fainted. “This is what a celestial being is!” Yu Changqing swallowed hard, sighing inwardly.
