"Young Master Yiluo, a home isn't necessarily in any specific place; it's where our family is,"
the gilded white-robed man looked up at He Ao as he stepped on the chest of the man in glasses who had changed expression upon hearing He Ao's words, shattering his breastbone with his foot.
And amidst the fresh blood splattering from the chest of the man below, the right hand of the gold and white-robed figure gently opened, streams of golden light gathering in his palm.
He watched He Ao, eyes slightly squinting, and said with a smile, "If you wish, this place can also be your home, you can stay here forever with your parents."
Indeed...
He Ao's gaze sharpened.
From the moving coffin below, it seemed that something beyond his expectations had occurred this time.
The people from the Eternal Ancient Teachings seemed to have come for 'the remains of Yiluo's parents.'
