"Xiao Lianlian, he's not a bad person, he's your father!",A martial artist at the Xiantian realm can already transform their internal energy into a tangible form. With a light palm strike, they can flatten a small mountain, its power rivaling that of a high-yield nuclear bomb!,With a look of confusion, Shiyu's gaze quickly swept across the room before finally settling on the mirror on his bedside table.。