"Father, why are you here? You go back quickly, there is an abyssal beast here, it's very dangerous."
Yang Haodong's eyes were sharp, and he spotted Yang Song in the crowd at a glance. He ran over quickly with an anxious expression.
"Isn't this old man very safe and sound now? What's the worry?" Yang Song waved his hand. "Where is the abyssal beast?"
Yang Haodong: "It was beaten to death!"
"Where is its body? Let me see!"
Yang Song looked here and there, pretending that he didn't know anything, just wanting to watch the excitement.
Yang Haodong: "I don't know. By the time I arrived, the battle was over. I asked some of the martial artists around and they said that it was a young man who went up and punched the abyssal beast, and then he dragged its body away."
"Oh?" Yang Song looked curious.