The man staring at him had long, loose robes. His long hair was tied up, and his face was handsome. He looked around thirty or forty.

Su Hongli!

He was the head of the Jade Capital’s Su Family and a legend who’d leaped into the ranks of the Ten Great Xiantian Martial Ancestors years ago. He, alongside State Preceptor Hong Shenshang, was honored as one of the Twin Ramparts of the Great Zhou.

It didn’t matter that Su Yi had the 108,000 years of cultivation experience of his past life. The moment he saw his father here, irrepressible hatred and rage rose from the very depths of his heart.

This was an inextinguishable obsession!

Even with a powerful will and great wisdom, such an obsession was difficult to resolve.

However, Su Yi’s gaze remained as cold as snow, and he was outwardly just as calm as before.

Obsession was obsession, and hatred was hatred. Still, with his current mental fortitude, he wouldn’t lose control at a time like this.

Rain poured down in buckets, and the mountain gales howled. Although it was the morning, the skies were as dim as if it were dusk. From time to time, lightning...