Xu Hongzhu stared blankly at her father, the image of that always carefree figure resurfacing in her eyes.
No matter what situation he encountered, it seemed never to bother him, always nonchalant, completely indifferent, as if he could always smile calmly in the face of any danger.
When the turbulent waves swept in, he would just gently wave his hand, as if brushing away a speck of dust, effortlessly dissolving any danger.
Lin Beichen was not just a name, nor simply an identity, but no matter which identity it was, it always left people in awe.
Xu Hongzhu sighed softly.
She had already done her best to overestimate Lin Beichen, but hadn't expected to still make a mistake.
What kind of world is it for cultivators?
"No wonder he killed the Zhang Family like squashing an ant, without even leaving a single survivor, yet it never incited public outrage."
Xu Hongzhu said softly, her expression extremely complex.
