1411 Son, Wait For My Return

"Father." Tang Wulin wanted to shout loudly but he could do so right now. He could only see his father's warm smile filled with sentimental attachment.

Tang San was moved. He waved the golden trident in his hand in a gentle manner as if it were a feather and pulled out an exquisite arc line in the air.

Golden halos bloomed outwards one after another. Big rings wrapped around small rings in an overlapping and densely-arranged pattern.

Everything in the surrounding seemed to have turned tranquil as these golden halos appeared. The lightning began to pull inward while the surging waves in the sea seemed to have quieted down too. The golden halos wrapped around the purple-gold lightning in the surrounding with ease. It was as if each of the halos enshrouded and contained a small world in it.