She finally called out the long-lost nickname.

But the man only had time to smile at her gently before disappearing on the spot.

"don't want!"

Chen Xi stretched out her hand, trying to hold him back, but her efforts were not as fast as her father's disappearing speed.

Her fingertips just touched her father's fingertips, but before she could feel them properly, they separated again.

"Father......"

Chen Xi stood there in a daze, savoring the touch on his fingertips, but nothing was left except the cold wind.

She looked up to the sky and screamed: "Ah..."

The girl rushed forward like crazy, sword in hand, and attacked the last red and black thunder.

It was obvious that Chen Xi was chopped down and covered in blood.

She was extremely weak, and her throat tasted of blood.

Zhou Yan felt a pang of pain in his heart as he looked at his master lying motionless on the ground.

The scene from the past appeared before his eyes again, and he could no longer bear it.

The talismans that blocked his magic power were getting weaker and weaker, and he was willing to burn his life to break free from the shackles.

“Master!”

After a while, when Xiaoying put all her heart on Chenxi, he finally broke free from the shackles and rushed towards Chenxi.

"Zhou Yan..."

Xiaoying missed the opportunity and failed to stop the man. She could only sigh, "It seems this is fate!"

Zhou Yan thought a lot when he was flying towards Chen Xi. Chen Xi was very important to him. He was both an elder and a good friend.

No matter what, he couldn't let his master face it alone this time. Even if it cost him his life, he didn't care!

Zhou Yan's hands were trembling as he carefully helped Chen Xi up. Every movement was extremely gentle, as if the person in front of him would disappear if he moved a little harder.

He wiped the blood off Chen Xi's cheek and said softly, "Master, leave the rest to your disciple.

You always liked to stand in front of us before, now it’s our turn to stand in front of you.”