"You idiot, who told you to do this?"
Luo Zichuan suddenly sat up. At this moment, he was like an angry lion, his face full of sternness, but his eyes filled with deep affection.
Long Chen offered his own blood in exchange for him. Moved by this, he was also extremely angry. Even his own grandson could not accept such behavior.
"It's my father,"
Long Chen chuckled and gestured toward Long Zhantian beside him. If not to shift the blame now, then when?
Luo Zichuan's face was full of anger as he slowly stood up. He was tall and imposing, his face imposing, staring coldly at Long Zhantian.
Long Zhantian stood respectfully at this moment, head bowed, like a child who had made a mistake, not daring to look at Luo Zichuan.
Even someone as powerful as him felt nervous facing his father-in-law.
"You guys chat, adults are talking. I'm just a kid, so it's not convenient for me to join in." After Long Chen finished speaking, he just patted his butt and walked away.
Long Zhantian instantly felt a chill run down his spine. In that instant, the guilt he felt from training Long Chen in such a nearly cruel way vanished without a trace. This little brat was truly untrustworthy.
With Long Chen present, Luo Zichuan would have some room for consideration. If Long Chen could play the supporting role, there would be some buffer and easier communication. Now that Long Chen had left, things were awkward.
"Whoosh"
Long Chen walked out of the room, where the air was nearly frozen. The air outside was surprisingly sweet, and the dizziness and fog had faded considerably.
Nearly seventy percent of Long Chen's purple blood power had vanished. Originally, Long Chen planned to channel over ninety percent of the purple blood power into his grandfather's body to help him complete the blood exchange.
If someone else did this, they would probably be completely ruined. But Long Chen was different; he had an extreme control over the power of purple blood.
He sealed away part of the purple blood runes. These were his life-bound runes. As long as they existed, the bloodline Long Chen had lost could be replenished with time and resources, and it wouldn't affect the grade of his purple blood.
Within Luo Zichuan's drop of essence blood were his natal runes. These runes included innate and acquired runes. Postnatal runes were the runes he had condensed from cultivation techniques, spells, and divine abilities.
Therefore, Long Chen had to return the rune to Luo Zichuan. Otherwise, even though Luo Zichuan possessed Long Chen's blood, all his techniques and divine abilities would have to be retrained.
Long Chen found a high mountain, sat cross-legged atop it, took a pill, and slowly closed his eyes. The energy of heaven and earth began to gather around him.
Long Chen's top priority was to restore his soul power. Purple blood power could be restored very quickly as long as there were resources, but restoring soul power was somewhat difficult.
Long Chen closed his eyes and meditated. Half an hour later, not far behind him, on a higher mountain peak, two figures appeared—it was Luo Zichuan and Long Zhantian.
Luo Zichuan looked at Long Chen, who was wrapped in spatial energy, and saw ripples flickering continuously—the power of his soul. He couldn't help but sigh:
"You are all pitiful children!"
Long Chen ran off, and Luo Zichuan finally asked Long Zhantian about his past. Long Zhantian honestly recounted everything he had experienced—how he met, got to know Luo Ningshuang, fell in love, was later born, and was framed.
After hearing about Long Zhantian's ordeal, Luo Zichuan said nothing, walked out of the room, and arrived here. Long Zhantian could only silently follow.
Only now did Luo Zichuan finally speak. Hearing this, Long Zhantian's anxious heart was finally put at ease. This meant that Luo Zichuan no longer hated him.
"We are all slaves driven by fate, forced to run desperately under the whip of the Heavenly Dao." Long Zhantian sighed.
We are poor children, and so are you. Long Zhantian watched Luo Zichuan's back, at the white hair at his temples, and couldn't help but feel a deep sadness.
For the Luo family, Luo Zichuan poured in endless effort, dedicating himself to the utmost until death, enduring countless dangers before opening the gate to the world, releasing the Luo family from the spatial rift, and finding a branch tribe of the Purple Blood lineage.
At first, he thought he would always find a way to complete the tasks entrusted by his ancestors, but upon arriving here, he realized that this mission might have only just begun.
He feared neither danger nor fierce enemies, but here, he felt bound and powerless.
He was the head of the family, and his responsibility was not only to rescue his ancestors, but also to ensure the future of the family.
But upon arriving here, the disciples of his lineage were far inferior to the geniuses here.
It wasn't enough for him to be strong alone. He had to build a sky for these people, at the very least, to let them live with dignity. That was his responsibility.
He feared no death, but he feared that after his death, the disciples of this lineage would be bullied and ridiculed for generations.
Suddenly, he felt as if he really had grown old—sometimes exhausted and exhausted, yet helpless.
But now, seeing Long Chen's figure, a gratified smile gradually appeared on his face. Long Chen was the only young man he had ever recognized in his life, and this young man was his grandson.
"Those Fate-Hunting Clan guys—you killed them all, weren't you?" Luo Zichuan withdrew her gaze from Long Chen and looked at Long Zhantian.
Long Zhantian nodded.
"That day, I sensed someone was watching me. I deliberately stayed there for a while. Why didn't I show myself?" Luo Zichuan said.
"Because I heard about Ning Shuang, I didn't dare show myself. I could only bring that kid here. If we have no bargaining chips in negotiations, how can we do that?" Long Zhantian said with a wry smile.
"You used your own son to exchange for news about your wife?" Luo Zichuan couldn't help but shake his head.
"There's nothing I can do. Wife and kids—I have to give up one of them." Long Zhantian shrugged.
"Aren't you afraid he'll hear you?" Luo Zichuan said.
"He can be so unloyal, so I don't feel embarrassed anymore." Long Zhantian said, clearly very displeased with Long Chen's unjust escape behavior.
Luo Zichuan smiled. This father-son pair was very interesting. At the same time, he thought of his own child and couldn't help but shake his head silently. With his rigid personality, he would never be so close to his own child.
Although his two sons respected him greatly, they lacked the near-equal affection that Long Chen and his son had. He usually spoke sternly, which led to the children being very rigid and rigid.
Perhaps this is also why the disciples of his lineage lack spiritual intelligence. In summary, it's because his head is too rigid.
After a moment of silence, Luo Zichuan spoke: "Ning Shuang, in order to find you and your son, used her weak strength to navigate the cracks of the world, but by accident entered another branch of the Purple Blood lineage..."
Within that branch of the Purple Blood lineage, she cultivated desperately, trying to break through the barrier between immortal and mortal, break through the Wall of Sighs, and enter your original world.
Later, she became the leader of that lineage, mobilizing her entire clan to spy on the place where you came from, but it has become nothing but nothingness. "
You... Do you know where she is?" Long Zhantian's voice trembled as he spoke.