Liou Yuan stood on the Spirit Ascension Platform gazing at Liou Zhen, while the latter's cold eyes also adeptly locked onto him amidst the countless disciples on the platform.
Liou Zhen's eyes merely brushed against Liou Yuan's lightly, and with a slight nod, he refrained from speaking.
On another side, Qiu Ming was also outside the Holy Spirit Platform, spotting the silhouette of his great-grandfather.
His large face immediately lit up with delight as he shouted to Liou Yuan: "My great-grandfather is here too, damn it, you're saved."
As he spoke, Liou Yuan felt Qiu Ming's massive figure, like a mountain of flesh, squeezing closer to him, and his arm, thicker than Liou Yuan's thigh, rested right on Liou Yuan's shoulder.
"This guy." Liou Yuan couldn't help but laugh and cry.
He knew the intention behind Qiu Ming's actions.
