"Shen Qinglin." At the same time, Gu Tianmiao abruptly restrained his technique, lifted his head, and looked beside Su Chen and Shen Yiyao, feeling both excited and annoyed.
Two more people appeared.
A middle-aged man and a young man. The middle-aged man was precisely the Pavilion Master of the Eternal Wild Divine Pavilion, Shen Qinglin.
Gu Tianmiao fell silent, his unwillingness reaching its peak. He took a deep breath.
Then.
Healing!
Healing with all his strength!
His gaze, as venomous as a snake's, fixed on Su Chen and Shen Yiyao...
"Girl, stop messing around!!!" The middle-aged man, dressed in a long white robe with long hair, half of which was white, empty-handed, placed his hands behind him and glanced at Shen Yiyao with a cold voice.
"Father, he is Su Chen..." Shen Yiyao quickly said, "Su Chen, he's my father."
"Senior." Su Chen slightly relaxed, realizing that he might survive today. Yet, he also glanced more at the young man next to the middle-aged man—Sui Yiren.
