Chapter 48.1 (1/2)

Book 2 - Fame SpreadsChapter 48.1 - Treasured Armguards17 Apr 2017

He Yitian sucked in a deep breath. Not sparing a single glance for Fan Vastsun, he turned around and returned back to his position, and brightly said, ”Father, son has returned victorious.”

He Quanxin heartily laughed and said, ”Good, worthy of being my He family's descendant.”

He was not stringent with the praise, but in his mind, he felt quite strange. He was naturally well aware of He Yitian's cultivation. When did it advance so much?

Moreover, after watching the course of mutual Internal Energy consumption, he felt even more uncertain. He Yitian's Essence was actually so prolonged. If it had been him, contending against him in mutual consumption with his Internal Energy restrained to the seventh layer, he would also have been whittled to death by this seemingly boundless Internal Energy.

Of course, now was not the time for inquiry. He could only save his doubts for the future.

He Yitian, however, knew too well. He gratefully turned his gaze towards his sixth brother and couldn't help but be somewhat startled. The latter just stood there with a kind of- gentle breeze and floating clouds, as if his spirit was soaring beyond the horizon- expression on his face. As if his consciousness was not in his body. Even further, he couldn't feel He Yiming's living aura at all.

Had he not been able to see with his own eyes, he would even have doubted if there was even a person standing there.

He felt skeptical inwardly, whether to go near and inspect closely. However, right at that moment, he heard an unusual movement behind his body, and his attention involuntarily s.h.i.+fted.

With a flicker, Fan Shui had already arrived behind his son's body. He gently patted his son's back a few times, and a strand of robust True Qi immediately entered the latter's body.

The two of them, father and son, were also like He Quanxin and He Yitian- sharing the same bloodline.

They both cultivated water-type techniques, which gave them a far superior advantage in terms of healing.

However, Fan Vastsun suddenly struggled free. Looking Fan Shui in the eyes, he faintly shook his head and said with a trace of ashamed expression, ”I lost, father.”

Fan Shui looked at his son in silence. That grieving, self-mocking expression caused him to feel extremely heavy on the inside.

He knew that his son seemed perfect on the surface, not hesitating to even bend and bow before Lu Xinwen, but in reality, was extremely arrogant on the inside. Losing to an individual of comparable age today was undoubtedly a huge blow to him.

This moment, he could clearly see hopelessness and loss in Fan Vastsun's eyes.

He further knew that if Fan Vastsun couldn't break himself free from this, in the future, even making an inch of advancement would be difficult for him.

As soon as he'd this thought, it pierced his heart like a needle.

Fan Shui's face gradually turned calm, as if suddenly making a decision when faced with a difficult choice.

Patting his son's back, grandeur suddenly filled Fan Shui's heart. He said, ”It's alright, I'm here for you.”

Fan Vastsun blankly stared only to see Fan Shui walking forward in large strides.

At this moment, his father's back was so solid, so reliable!

Fan Shui's every step was as steady as a mountain; unfaltered to the extreme as if a huge boulder was slowing moving.

Yuan Zeyu and others constricted their eyes, overwhelmed with astonishment. This tenth layer water type expert was walking so steadily, not exuding a trace of gentle and misty feeling of water-type.

And the more he continued to do so, the more they felt heavy and anxious.

A water-type cultivator had actually displayed such a strength, what did this signify?