Lu Changdong looked at his daughter, a final trace of longing and regret in his eyes, and collapsed to the ground defeated.
The nearby Snow Guards quickly rushed over and subdued Lu Changdong.
"Great Clan Elder, Changqiu has come late, please forgive me." A dignified middle-aged man entered the square with two teams of Snow Guards, the gleam from his left-hand War Armor just extinguished.
It was none other than Lu Changqiu, who had been appointed as the temporary Clan Leader.
"Not late, just in time." Lu Hua's lips curled into a strange smile, and he waved his arm fiercely.
In an instant, the Snow Guards formed up and sealed off the entire altar.
Lu Hua stood with his back to the square entrance, hands behind his back: "Lu Changqiu, take your brother and try to persuade your niece well."
"After all, the Divine Son is about to descend, harmony is needed here."
