The elderly man had white-grey hair and wrinkled skin. If he walked down the street, he would have appeared to be a very kind old man.
But the moment Ye Chen laid eyes on him, a sudden sense of crisis flashed through his heart.
"Grandfather,"
Avril was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise.
"Father, how did you wake up from your slumber?"
Chaos was also startled, with a flash of joy in his eyes.
"If I don't come out now, the face of our Rochefort Family will be completely lost because of you,"
the old man huffed coldly, his aura effortlessly commanding.
Chaos's face changed, a hint of shame flashing in his eyes, and suddenly he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his complexion pale as paper.
The old man frowned, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and pointed a finger towards Chaos.
A thick mist of blood energy flowed from his fingertip, directly into Chaos's wound.