Chapter 72: Immortal’s Restoration
The sudden voice made all the important figures from Dali present quiet.
Even the Emperor of Dali turned pale.
You must know, in the eyes of an Immortal, they were basically no different from ants.
What was the fate of ants making a request? Twenty years ago, the skies of Dali's capital were filled with blood, which was the best answer.
They all lowered their heads, sweating profusely, sneaking glances at Li Fan.
But that voice, seemingly unafraid of death, repeated loudly, "Please, Immortal, save my sister!"
Li Fan looked in the direction from which the voice came. It was Su Changyu, who was around a dozen years old.
Only then did a middle-aged man react and hurriedly step forward, pressing him to kneel on the ground.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Yu'er!" The middle-aged man, equally on his knees, anxiously knelt down and kowtowed to Li Fan while holding Su Changyu.