"Wait here, I am going to see my father!" Du Bufan said in a hurried tone, speaking at a rapid pace. Before his voice even faded, his figure transformed into a brilliant streak of light, shooting away like a shooting star and leaving only a gentle breeze swirling in place, as if whispering of his hurried departure.
In the courtyard, only Niu Shenwu and Netherworld Condor King were left behind. For a moment, the atmosphere grew subtle, as if invisible threads were tangling between the two. The two powerful beast cultivators stared at each other, their eyes carrying undisguised scrutiny, like two ancient deities sizing one another up.
"Hey, Netherworld Condor King, how on earth did you end up with my eldest uncle?" Niu Shenwu frowned, his eyes filled with suspicion as his gaze swept back and forth across Netherworld Condor King like a tangible force. He racked his brains, completely unable to understand how Netherworld Condor King, who had always roamed alone like an untamed wind, had come to walk alongside Du Bufan. In his impression, Netherworld Condor King was like a solitary hawk soaring above the nine heavens, bound by no restrictions and holding a nearly paranoid pursuit of freedom.
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