At this moment.
Qin Zi stared in bewilderment at his father, who was displaying immense might and sweeping through over a dozen formidable adversaries, feeling somewhat unreal.
Wasn't his father supposed to be on the verge of death now?
Shouldn't he be lying in a small town of the Beast Race, being tended to around the clock by two alluring and innocent cat-eared girls?
How could he be so powerful?
How did his injuries recover?
"Could it be a brief surge before death?"
Just as this thought arose, he decisively slapped himself—how could he entertain such a damn idea?!
He quickly flew over, wanting to get to the bottom of it.
"Dad..."
"Let's talk down there."
Yet, before he could speak, Qin Chuan interrupted him in a deep voice, then said to the White Crane King, "Brother Dao, may I borrow a cave dwelling?"
"Yes, you can."
The White Crane King stared blankly at Qin Chuan. After witnessing Qin Chuan's unparalleled might, his eyes seemed a bit dazed.
