"Yes, you're right."
Han Jue smiled, making Han Qing'er feel like she had punched cotton.
She really wanted to see her father show his Mystical Power. In the past 200 million years, Han Jue had never made a move, so all living beings had long forgotten about him. Only the cultivators of the older generation knew how terrifying the Divine Might Heavenly Sage was.
Han Qing'er curled her lips. "I really can't figure you out. You're clearly very strong, but you're afraid that others will know."
Jiang Jueshi, Han Tuo, Han Huang, and so on. Among everyone she knew, as long as their potential was outstanding, they wanted to fight for fame.
Han Jue and Han Qing'er chatted for a few more hours before he left.
He went to Han Tuo's Daoist temple next.
All these years, Han Tuo had kept a low profile and cultivated diligently.
