Fu Zhi watched Fu Yinhong, who flew into the room with an uncontrollable flow of emotions.
This was his daughter.
He had not seen her in the four years he had locked himself up to study the spiritual array.
Although he had wanted to catch up with his daughter, the excitement of seeing her once again was quickly overwhelmed by the bad news that he had yet to break to the rest.
He could reminisce about his daughter at a later time. The issue at hand was that the Cardinal Wheel was lost. There was a possibility that the existence of the White Cave was in danger.
"Fu Yinhong!"
The moment he called out, the men felt like they had gone back in time to the decades before.
The familiar yet foreign commanding voice made everyone's body tense as they stopped in their tracks. They stood silently and still, awaiting the command.
"Present!"
Tears were pouring from the frame of Fu Yinhong's eyes.