A few minutes ago—
Bai Ren and Bai Tianheng chased after Bai Zihan.
Space warped continuously ahead of them as they followed the fading traces left behind by Bai Zihan's spatial tears.
Bai Tianheng stayed close behind, his expression dark, robes snapping violently in the turbulent currents.
He felt a bit of guilt. He shouldn't have revealed what had happened before they returned home.
He thought his son could handle the news. Even made preparations in case of what he might do.
Yet this was the result.
Moments later—
RIIIP!
Another spatial fluctuation rippled outward.
Figures emerged one after another.
Grand Elders.
Each arrival carried immense pressure, their expressions grim the moment they sensed the chaotic spatial disturbances ahead.
"Bai Ren!"
"What happened?"
"Where's Bai Zihan?"
…
After receiving the message, they had left everything behind and followed immediately.
Bai Ren didn't turn his head, his gaze still fixed on the traces ahead.
