Demon God Mountain Range.
Chu Zhou's consciousness followed the call and entered a huge black palace.
Then, he saw an extremely familiar figure and his heart trembled.
"Xiao Zhou, you're here."
That familiar figure was smiling at him.
Looking at the familiar face that he hadn't seen for 50 or 60 years, the longing that had accumulated in his heart for many years erupted like a tidal wave, like a broken dam.
Thousands of words, thousands of words.
In the end, everything became one word.
"Dad!"
Chu Zhou looked at his father, Chu Donglai, excitedly. Tears almost welled up in his eyes.
"Little Zhou, you've finally grown up after so many years."
Chu Donglai looked at Chu Zhou in relief. His figure flashed and appeared in front of Chu Zhou. He gently patted Chu Zhou's shoulder.
Looking at his father's gratified gaze, Chu Zhou smiled faintly.
A long-lost warmth surged from the bottom of his heart.