“Well, I’ll be damned!” Chu Liang muttered, recalling his earlier words. He felt the urge to punch himself for being so unnecessary, blurting out that extra sentence.0

“Haaaaaa…” He let out a heavy sigh.0

Now that the father and daughter were talking over there, Chu Liang felt like an outsider who needed to step aside... though, in truth, he was indeed an outsider.0

As he left, Chu Liang caught a glimpse of Jiang Yuebai's expression—it seemed rather complicated. She didn't look happy as she stared at Jiang Tiankuo. Still, Chu Liang knew she had been anticipating this meeting for a long time.0

So deep down, he was happy for her.0

If only it had happened at a different time…0

With this thought in mind, Chu Liang wandered slowly beyond the ten-mile radius. Suddenly, a series of guttural beastly roars echoed in the distance, and a faint, blood-stained aura drifted toward him on the wind.0

What’s going on? Something's not right, Chu Liang thought.0

Although there were quite a few demonic beasts on this icefield, their territories were clearly defined, and interactions were minimal. Large-scale gatherings and battles were rare.0

It was unusual to smell such a strong scent of blood.0

He became cautious and flew in that direction,...0