Jiang Xinghai knew well that his cultivation was still somewhat lacking compared to Tan Yuan's.
His eyes narrowed, and he turned to Jiang Wendong and said, "Dad, just focus on protecting yourself. I'll hold him off!"
"Xinghai, can you handle it?" Jiang Wendong glanced at Jiang Xinghai, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.
As a father, he had to let his son protect him, and couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.
"Don't worry, I can deal with him," Jiang Xinghai said firmly.
Jiang Wendong nodded slightly.
"Hmph! You father and son pair clearly don't take this old man seriously at all!"
Tan Yuan didn't move. Instead, he watched the father and son talk with a cold gaze and sneered, "Fine. This old man will be merciful for once. I'll let your family of three have a reunion. Go on!"
He had been holding back.
