His own father had returned, truly resurrected.
Ao Zhan could feel it, his father was in the Three Realms, perhaps, in some corner, observing him.
Just as he could sense his father's presence, his father could surely sense him too.
Should he go find his father, and after finding him, what should he say?
For Ao Zhan, these were questions.
After a long while, Ao Zhan finally made a decision.
Clenching his teeth, he eventually set out.
Below the East Sea, outside the Dragon Palace.
A burly figure floated in the water, with all the fish and shrimp in the sea steering clear of the man.
If one observed carefully, they would realize that the man bore a 70 percent resemblance to Ao Zhan,
yet the majesty he possessed was far superior to Ao Zhan's.
At that moment, the man opened his eyes, which held the vicissitudes of the ages.
