When the Emperor brought Lu Youyou back.
She happened to see the two of them.
"Lord Tiandao, this Dao Master's soul is about to die." The Emperor frowned.
"He was the one who escorted Youyou home."
"However, this Dao Master is not from the small world. I think he will cause the small world to fall into instability. Why don't we think of a way to condense this Dao Master's soul and send him back to his great world?" The Emperor pondered for a moment before speaking.
Hmph, that kid's gaze made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Thus, he secretly gave the other party a bad taste in front of the Heavenly Dao.
Lu Youyou tugged at him. She wanted to say that the White-Robed Holy Man treated her like a junior.
However, before she could speak, her mother stepped forward with tears streaming down her face.
She stared blankly at Grandpa Fan's fallen leaves.
"Father, is that you?" she called out to Grandpa Fan.
Lu Youyou?
Emperor Ziwei?
