As the Golden Body Dharma faded, Chen Yang's body visibly wilted. Though his eyes still shone brightly, they could not mask his current weakness.
After all, having just broken through, fighting a master of the older generation like Li Jiuyang was still a struggle.
Chen Yang looked up at the sky, where dark clouds were gathering. The once-clear heavens seemed to turn gloomy.
Though the battle had been earth-shattering, it had undoubtedly drawn a clear line of opposition with the royal family. The road ahead would only become more difficult.
"Are you okay?" Chen Jinnan walked over and patted Chen Yang on the shoulder, his face filled with concern.
Chen Yang shook his head, a current of warmth coursing through his heart. This man's simple words stirred a thousand emotions within him.
Father. For me, what a foreign word.
"Are you thinking about the future?"
Chen Hua, still unseen, spoke in a somber tone that echoed slowly from the dome above.
