'I'm starting to panic. What do I do?'
Lu Xuan stared at the middle-aged man before him, shifting restlessly in his seat.
'This is Xiaoyan's dad?'
'This is Xiaoyan's dad!'
Yan Jiangxue complained softly,
"Dad, you're late again. You're always like this..."
"Something unexpected came up just now," Yan Huang said to his daughter. "I nearly got into trouble. Someone almost cut me down with a sword—a completely random disaster."
"Ah!" Yan Jiangxue let out a small gasp.
Lu Xuan, however, shrank back into the corner, feeling a pang of guilt.
'He was a little shocked. Xiaoyan's dad is actually a True Immortal... Phew, good thing my sword strike didn't connect. Otherwise... otherwise...'
'No way. I absolutely cannot let him discover that I'm Daoist Monarch Profound Clarity!'
At that moment, Yan Huang turned his scrutinizing gaze on the young man, examining him closely.
'Hm?'
'Why does he look a little familiar?'
'It feels like I've seen him somewhere before.'
