Erniu's home.
"Greetings, Uncle Lin."
At this moment, Lin Chang'an's expression was peculiar, while Li Erniu appeared both angry and relieved, his emotions rather complex.
Inside the house, Zhou Yifan's face was pale, still faintly emitting the remnant of Blood Evil Qi.
"So, you managed to seize a Demon Core amidst the chaos this time?"
Having heard the pretense from Li Erniu's wife earlier, Lin Chang'an now sat upright on a chair, playing with the Demon Core in his palm, but his face showed a hint of confusion.
"You brat, already forty-one, why do you still take such risks?"
Li Erniu angrily berated, his eyes reddened. It sounded simple, but countless cultivators have fallen on the path of Foundation Establishment.
Facing Lin Chang'an's inquiry and his father's reproach,
The forty-one-year-old Zhou Yifan lowered his head in silence, making Lin Chang'an shake his head.
