Chapter 972: Crimson Palace Generation Receiving Talisman Seed (II)
That mocking voice sapped half of Baotuo’s strength. His legs stiffened as he stood, as he found a woman standing on his threshold, holding the hand of his precious daughter.
His mind went blank. The woman wore pale azure feathered robes. Her black hair was like ink, with a white blossom pinned in it, and her eyes were shrouded in a misty purple gleam. Before he could even fully register her face, he heard a soft thud beside him.
Thump!
Li Chengzhen, who had shown no fear before, now was as pale as a porcelain vase. He was utterly terrified. His legs gave out like hollow reeds, and his head slammed into the ground, colliding with Li Baotuo’s waist. The two collapsed into a heap.
The world spun around him. Li Baotuo saw his Family Uncle leap over him like a frog and drop to his knees, crying out, "Chengzhen greets the honored one!"
Baotuo was a beat behind, and when he looked up, he caught sight of Hu Jingye’s expression. The bluster, the flaring beard, and glaring eyes were all gone. Only dazed confusion remained as the man collapsed limply like a pile of mud.
Guest Cultivator Hu, of course, had seen Li Qinghong before. When Li Qinghong had summoned the formation lightning to open the island at the heart of the lake, he had watched from afar. He half-suspected that he would not be able to withstand a single bolt from her. He had never imagined crossing paths with this figure, much less hear a 'Lord Hu is truly imposing' from her.
It was like a bolt of white lightning. It shattered his composure, leaving him broken and dazed as he slumped helplessly to the ground.
Yet Li Qinghong didn’t even spare him a glance. She looked instead at the sweat-drenched Li Chengzhen and asked softly after a moment’s thought, "Chengzhen?"
Li Chengzhen responded with reverence, "My father is Lord Ximing, honored one."