Xu Yang followed the sound, only to see an old man, drenched in blood and in utter disarray, glaring furiously and menacingly at him from the patch of grass on one side of the hillside.
A cultivation of Early Stage of Myriad Phenomena!
Yet at this moment, he was incredibly weak, a lamp running out of oil!
The wounds on his body were shocking to behold, making one unable to look straight at him!
His grizzled beard was stained with blood, making him seem even more terrifying.
"Let go of my granddaughter!"
The old man's eyes bulged with rage, as if fire would burst out at any moment.
"Grandpa."
Li Xin'Er called out in delight.
Xu Yang hurriedly set Li Xin'Er down and said, "Don't get the wrong idea."
Li Xin'Er had already thrown herself into the old man's arms.
The old man was slightly stunned, and the ferocious anger on his face faded swiftly.
