Su Ming'an looked at the World Master, whose emotions were somewhat out of control.
Indeed, no matter how rebellious or resentful, a father is still a father.
"Alright, alright..." The World Master repeatedly said, pressing his fingers against the lower edge of the mask, gradually dissipating the melancholy in his eyes.
He released his hand, revealing slightly reddened eyes, smoothing the hair at his forehead: "Let's get back to the main topic. Su Ming'an."
No wonder he's the World Master who struggled so hard to get here, his emotions calmed down so quickly.
Su Ming'an wondered if after he left the hall, the World Master would hide alone and cry secretly while holding Sique's photo.
The World Master came around emotionally and said, "Su Ming'an, there's still an hour before the Disciple Game begins..."
Su Ming'an interrupted the World Master: "I'm not planning to participate in the Disciple Game."
The World Master showed a look of confusion.
