Holy Emperor

A man in his thirties, with a handsome and refined face but a resolute expression, sat at an Eight Immortals table in a small wooden house.,He was about six feet tall, lying on the bed in the small courtyard.,"Chen'er, you're awake. Rest well. Come to the back mountain tomorrow morning, Father will be waiting for you there!" Ye Wentian glanced at Ye Chen and walked away. 。He said nothing, but a tear welled up in his eyes. 。Looking at Ye Wanting's back disappearing at the door, Ye Chen's thoughts gradually drifted away. The strange scenes that he couldn't understand kept appearing in his mind. 。。