At this moment, two middle-aged men are arguing about something in an opulent hall, while an ****** stands quietly to the side watching the two men argue but has no way to intervene. The face of the beautiful girl shows a hint of worry and resignation.
"Xuanyuan, now that your daughter has returned, and my son hasn't come back, you need to ask her to explain clearly. You should know that my son's Soul Token is fading, which indicates he's suffered severe damage. His Immortal Infant has fled, but his physical body has been destroyed. If Xuanyuan Yueyan doesn't clarify this today, don't blame me for being ruthless," said the middle-aged man with anger on his face.
"Shangguan, don't push your luck. Yan'Er said she doesn't know, so she definitely doesn't know. Your son got into trouble, so why blame her? She's suffered a lot over the years while away, and now that she's finally back, I don't want anyone to disturb her," Xuanyuan replied.
