"It's been forty-one years, why don't you open your eyes and look at me?" Xu Hai, who was closing his eyes awaiting death, heard this sentence, heard the familiar voice, and his body trembled suddenly. Trembling, he opened his eyes.
In his line of sight, Li Fusha, who was about to strike down with his hand, was frozen in place at this moment, stiff all over, large beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead, sliding along his nose, the tip of his nose, cheeks, and chin before falling to the ground. The large beads of cold sweat hit the ground heavily, then split apart.
Beside Li Fusha, Cheng Ba was also stiff all over, cold sweat pouring out of his body.
Trembling, Xu Hai raised his head and looked behind the two.
Behind them, the still youthful Fang Yuan stood quietly, his gaze fixed on him.
"Adoptive father..." Xu Hai struggled to suppress his injuries, tears filling his eyes as he looked at Fang Yuan, and said, "You're still as young as before."