Zhao Changhe felt Xia Chichi gripping his hand, instinctively tightening his grasp.
She spoke of hating her father, of rebelling for revenge, but when it came to matters of life and death, she instinctively worried for her father.
"What Demoness,"— inherently so kind-hearted.
From the beginning, her perspective was never as detached as his... if one were detached, they'd naturally realize that Xia Longyuan was either a Divine Descent or an incarnation, and even if blasted to bits, it would at most injure his main body, not kill him.
Looking at the Heavenly God of Longevity Heaven made it clear—he detonated himself and didn't care at all, he was never at risk of dying.
What surprised Zhao Changhe even more was Xia Longyuan's reaction.
