Hearing Hao Ren words, Xie Yujia was worried as well.
She was also concerned about Grandma's safety but thought that the issue would be solved now that Qingfeng Hermit had gone up to the Heavenly Realm to speak for them.
"Move!"
The square-shaped sword array formation suddenly tightened up.
Although Grandma was temporarily safe, no one could ensure the same after one or two weeks.
No one could understand the anxiety inside Hao Ren!
He remembered Grandma's old face, the mooncakes that she made, and her expectant eyes when she stood at the door and waited for his return on the weekends.
How could Hao Ren bear to see her die like this without experiencing a lot of happiness?
"F*ck the Heavenly Dao and fates!" Hao Ren would never allow his grandma to be erased as easily as a grain of sand.
