Tu Xuanfeng strode forward releasing his might in the process, but a youth appeared beside him and spoke: "Father... stop dreaming already... you're... making me embarrassed in front of my fiance..."
Tu Xuanfeng woke up from his selfish dream again as he coughed several times: "This... ah, to think I've been suffering a lot these days..."
He looked at Mo Xie and spoke: "Apologies, due to my old friend suffering from an attack, I've been feeling a little agitated lately, hence, sometimes, my temper will go up without me noticing."
Mo Xie looked at Tu Xuanfeng and couldn't help but smile: "It's understandable, after all, you're cultivating an art heavily focusing on yang cultivation, hence, your composure tends to run wild."
"Since Tu patriarch is a divine origin ranked cultivator with no way of unleashing it, you wouldn't feel much about it, rather, you will merely feel some sort of irritating feeling."
