Just as he was about to push the door open, seeing the white hairs at Xiao Yan's temples, it was evident how much torment a cultivator of his age has suffered to show such signs of age.
Beiting Huang's gaze fell on Beiting Huang, who felt slightly uncomfortable, and looked up at Zhang Qian. Zhang Zhao had perished by Zhang Qian's own hand, and he couldn't bear to see his son suffer like that. How had this father survived all these years?
"Child, have you found your way back?" Zhang Qian's look at Beiting Huang was extremely complex, as if Beiting Huang was truly Zhang Zhao and he the murderer of Zhang Zhao.
This look made Beiting Huang especially uncomfortable.
She handed Xiao Yan over to the bewildered Zhang Xi brothers who were following her and walked towards Zhang Qian. Surprisingly, Zhang Qian handed over his sword to Beiting Huang, with a hint of relief in his eyes, as if he had been waiting for this moment, "Child, your father has been waiting for you for a long time!"