Lin Kong was shocked and scolded her for the first time. But the girl just packed up his treasures and ran away from home.
I still haven't seen the demonic shadow.
Unable to catch the person, he couldn't even see his daughter one last time before he died.
Perhaps she heard the news of her father's serious injury, because she recently sent a letter saying that she was busy with important matters and couldn't leave. She suggested that if no one could inherit his wretched position, he could go to the Wanqi family to find his grandson.
Wan Qiji was even more confused, "She knows your situation but she still won't come back?"
If a father doesn't harbor hatred, why wouldn't he come back when his son is dying?
His scrutinizing gaze was too obvious, and Lin Kong couldn't help but glare at him. "I have never mistreated your mother. She is a tyrant in the palace, and no one dares to offend her."
His daughter is a little devil who's always causing trouble.
So she stayed outside, and Lin Kong wasn't too worried.
My daughter has a personality that prevents her from suffering losses.
"But... she gave birth to you but didn't raise you, so it's unreasonable for me to bring you back."
Lin Kong felt somewhat apologetic, but did not regret it.
Before she died, she wanted to see how her grandson was doing.
He thought this arrogantly, but he shoved the storage bracelet into Wan Qiji's hand.
"This is a small compensation for your mother. You should also share some with your fellow disciples as an apology for disturbing them."
Wanqiji confiscated it.
He still had mixed feelings.
"She is too unfamiliar to me, and to you..." Apart from lamenting the impending demise of a Mahayana cultivator before his eyes, he could not muster any other emotions.
His grandson is really honest.
Lin Kong looked at the returned gift, smiled, and reached out to pat his head with affection.
"If you act like you're extremely sad for me, that would seem a bit hypocritical, haha—"
Being a member of the demon race and also the demon king who protects a city, he has witnessed the ups and downs of the world.
For this completely unfamiliar little grandson, there was only a great deal of curiosity.
After all, if their own daughter is irresponsible, they can't expect their grandson to have any feelings for them.
This trip was only to satisfy his own selfish desires.
The grandfather was generous and didn't intend to force the issue, which relieved Wan Qiji.
Seeing his expression, Lin Kong chuckled and said, "Alright, I don't have more than two days left to live with these injuries. Seeing you has fulfilled a wish of mine. The Demon Clan is in a lot of chaos lately, let Alai take you back."
The braided demon accepted the order and grinned at the young master.
Wan Qiji pursed his lips, bowed slightly, and asked, "May I know what caused your injury...?"
Outside, Song Tingwan and her group, pressed against the door, also pricked up their ears, curious about who could harm a demon in the Mahayana stage.
Lin Kong glanced at the door with amusement, "They seem to care about you quite a bit."
Wan Qiji blushed and gave a shy smile. "We are friends, and we are also fellow disciples."
The old demon king coughed twice, patted his shoulder, and smiled. "The demons who can hurt me are just a few, but this is my own grudge, so you kids shouldn't worry about it."
He didn't care about his daughter after she was born; how could he have the nerve to ask her child to avenge him?
There's no such thing as a free lunch.
"By the way, I see that you are inclined to the righteous path. The demonic bloodline in your body will become a disaster for you sooner or later. I just sealed it for you. As long as you don't deliberately use demonic blood to unseal it, it will completely disappear from your body in five years."
"That's all I have to say, my child. I, your blood-related grandfather, wish you a smooth life and that you attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven."
"Alai, go."
Chu Alai, also known as the Braided Demon, sighed and draped a heavy cloak over their old demon king before stepping forward and smiling at Wan Qiji, "Young Master, let's go."
Beneath the heavy cloak lay the old man's frail body.
Lin Kong wiped away his tears and waved at him from where he stood.
Oh no, this child really does look a bit like his daughter from afar. Waaah, doesn't that rebellious daughter really plan to come back and see him off on his final journey?
He's not as good as my grandson; he's obviously kind and loyal.
Fortunately, he was about to die, otherwise I really wanted to abduct him to the demon race for training.
That's quite a talent.
Lin Kong sighed with regret, and Wan Qiji gave him a deep look. "Grandpa, thank you."
if…
It's nice to have such a caring elder.
pity.
Wan Qiji threw the knife behind him, his brows furrowed with determination, and turned to leave.
"Bang--"
Before they even reached the door, it was flung open by a fierce burst of demonic energy.
Song Tingwan and her group at the entrance were blasted away by terrifying demonic energy.
Song Siyao shielded her older sister behind her with her back, and took more than ten steps back before she could stand still.
Ignoring everyone else, Song Siyao quickly turned around after regaining her balance to check on her older sister's body.
Are you alright?
Her question fell to the ground along with the protective magical artifact on Song Tingwan's body. The person who had been smiling just moments before was now swaying precariously, gritting her teeth and swallowing a healing pill.
In the blink of an eye, the exceptionally fierce demonic energy passed by them and went straight into the house. Under the unrestrained impact of the demonic energy, the roof of the entire courtyard was blown off, the wind raged, and all sorts of things, including glazed tiles and obsidian pillars, crashed down on people.
"Ayao, save him."
Song Tingwan's expression softened slightly. She threw out her defensive magical artifact to block the oncoming object and quickly told her sister to go and rescue the person.
Song Siyao nodded, and using his movement technique, he carried the people who had been knocked away back to Song Tingwan's side one by one.
Everyone was present, and most of them had sustained some injuries.
Everyone's faces were solemn as they watched the several clusters of demonic energy clashing not far away, unable to distinguish one from the other.
Wan Qiji, who was originally on the battlefield, was also casually tossed over by Chu Alai, "The enemy is attacking, you should run now."
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