The immense grief, like waves, surged and battered against his mental defenses.
"Dad... just now, you cast a spell, told me to hide... I'm a bit worried... how are mom and dad?" Ying'er was still asking.
"They, they're... alright..." Ku Chan's face was covered with tears and snot, blown away by the strong wind behind him.
He choked on his response.
"You need to hold on, get well soon, then, we can all be together as a family.... all together..."
Suddenly, there was a bright spot before his eyes.
On the road ahead, a white five-seater sedan was coming towards him.
On the side of the sedan, there was the dark golden lettering of Yunshu Mountain Daoist Sect and Nine Sects.
He recognized this kind of car; it was the sort of exclusive luxury vehicle typically reserved for high-ranking members of the Daoist Sect.
Such high-ranking officials would definitely carry life-saving rapid remedy drugs and emergency talismans!
