Five million years passed quickly.
Han Jue opened his eyes and habitually sensed his cultivation. He was satisfied with his growth.
Then, he sent a voice transmission to Han Huang outside the Daoist temple.
His second son had returned hundreds of thousands of years ago and wanted to visit him, but Han Jue was in seclusion, so he could only wait outside.
Han Jue was very satisfied with this. Although this kid was powerful, he was not arrogant. He still had to be polite to him.
Han Huang quickly entered the temple and bowed to Han Jue, also waking up the Shan'e cultivating at the side.
Han Huang also noticed Shan'e. He was secretly curious. Had his father nurtured another seedling?
However, this cultivation and aura were too weak. There was also that gaze. He actually felt afraid when he saw him. He was afraid before the battle and did not have the heart of an expert.
Han Huang secretly felt disdain.
