"This is bad! His Highness is in danger!"
From a distance, Li Mingliang and Li Qingyue were watching the battle. Upon seeing Su Han captured, their expressions changed drastically. They shared both glory and loss with Su Han; if he died, their spiritual pillar would collapse.
Li Qingyue's eyes were resolute. She took a step forward, intending to rescue Su Han. Even though she knew her strength was utterly incapable of withstanding a single flick of the Hundred Poisons Saint's finger—that she would likely be killed before even getting close—she still had to act. Su Han was her idol, the person she was willing to follow for a lifetime. She could never stand by and watch him be killed.
"Qingyue, don't be rash!"
Li Mingliang forcefully held back his precious granddaughter. In his mind, his granddaughter always came first, followed by Su Han, and finally himself. He could never watch Li Qingyue go to her death.
