Before the three bolts of heavenly retribution struck down, inside the main hall with a large hole broken in the ground.
Because a large number of Immortals had chased after the Wei Yuan Tower, this place had become somewhat empty, and Xu Sheng had also received a message from Linghua and hurried to the front of Wei Yuan Tower.
Li Dazhi sat leisurely with his legs crossed, sipping tea.
Mo Yunshen narrowed his eyes as he watched this slightly plump Immortal, a hint of confusion rising in his heart.
His son was being held hostage, yet his real father was so calm?
Could it be he wasn't his biological child?
Mo Yunshen came to a reasonable speculation.
As he was pondering this, he suddenly saw Li Dazhi stretch, stand up, and walk over with his hands clasped behind him.
Mo Yunshen's eyebrows narrowed slightly, a sense of alertness growing in him.