He shrank his head back, and a few doubts flashed in his eyes. What is this? Why is Hong Shiyu kneeling there? Why didn’t he go in? Is Hong Xiaotian in the white tower?

For a moment, many doubts flashed from his heart.

But no matter how he thought, he could not think of the answer at all, so he had to lie carefully on the top of the building and wait patiently.

In this way, time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, half an hour passed, and nothing happened.

Han Yang began to feel a little impatient, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a angry voice from Hong Shiyu suddenly came from the direction of the white tower.

"Father, over the past twenty years, I have devoted all my efforts to Hongwu Gate and exhausted my efforts. Even if I have no credit, I still have hard work. What does my father mean? My son has come, why can't we meet each other?"

His voice was a bit unwilling and grief.

When Han Yang heard this, he was shocked and doubted, "Did Hong Xiaotian refuse to see Hong Shiyu?" In other words, Hong Xiaotian is really alive!"

Han Yang was very suspicious about this matter. If this guy was really alive and blocked his son outside, what was the point?

At this moment, suddenly, a sigh of sigh, with a bit of awkwardness and vicissitudes, came into Han Yang's ears. When he heard this sound, Han Yang's face suddenly changed, and then the breath on his body quickly converged, because this sound did not belong to the three people in the city. Obviously, it is conceivable who is the person who made this sound.

"Yu'er, thank you for your hard work over the years!" The voice said lightly. Although the voice was extremely light, it clearly spread throughout the city.

Han Yang finally confirmed that the sound came from the white tower.

A few strong surprise flashed in his eyes. Hong Xiaotian was actually alive. This surprise was not bad for him.

He hurriedly tried his best to restrain his breath and breathing, for fear of being discovered by Hong Xiaotian. After all, Hong Xiaotian, a big man who had been famous a few decades ago, was probably very terrifying in his methods, and Han Yang did not dare to be careless.

Hong Shiyu, who was kneeling under the tower, suddenly became excited when he heard Hong Xiaotian's words, and said even more hoarsely: "Father, Father, what's wrong with you... in the past twenty years?"

The old man with red face also bowed and bowed with a solemn expression on his face.

Hong Xiaotian sighed again, with a little bitterness in his tone. He said, "Thirty years ago, in order to pursue a higher realm, I did not hesitate to fight against China. Unexpectedly, I underestimated the power of China and was eventually seriously injured under the Chinese monks. The golden elixir was shattered, and my cultivation level fell, and I was seriously injured. Now I have been in seclusion for 30 years and it is difficult to repair the broken golden elixir. If it weren't for the suppression of the ancient tower power, I'm afraid my cultivation level would have long destroyed my body!"

Speaking of this, he sighed a long time, and there was endless complex meaning in his tone.

When Han Yang heard this, he was shocked for a moment. Unexpectedly, Hong Xiaotian was so injured that he was so severe that even the golden elixir was shattered. No wonder he had been in seclusion for so many years. It can be seen that there are still hidden dragons and creeping tigers in China, and countless experts are there.
Chapter completed!