Fu Changsheng beckoned with his hand.
He gathered all the storage bags on the ground into his possession.
"Father!"
An'an was rescued, and a look of relief appeared on his face.
Just now, he thought he couldn't escape the ordeal, never expecting his father to arrive at that moment. He was deeply moved, but also heartbroken for the deceased members of the Yu Family.
The surviving Foundation Establishment Elder of the Yu Family.
Quickly kneeled on one knee:
"Thank you, Main Family, for your life-saving grace."
Fu Changsheng waved his hand.
He let them stand up and urged them to clean up the battlefield quickly.
Meanwhile, he waved his sleeve, tossing a few bottles of Spirit Pill to An'an: "An'an, are you okay?"
"Thank you for your concern, Father, I'm not seriously injured, I just need some time to recover." An'an respectfully accepted with both hands.
Fu Changsheng nodded slightly.
