Chapter 13168: Eager to Protect His Son

Ling Xiao nodded secretly, becoming more alert to this mysterious man from Fuzun Mansion, but also more respectful towards him.

After flying for about half an hour, they finally reached the top of a majestic mountain. The top of the mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

There stood a middle-aged man, wearing a gorgeous dragon robe, colorful and in sharp contrast with the surrounding mountains. The middle-aged man's back was upright and aloof, with his hands behind his back, his back facing them, as if the whole world could not attract his attention.

However, it was this extraordinary temperament and the kingly aura that inadvertently emanated from him that made Ling Xiao's face solemn.

He stared at the middle-aged man, and an unprecedented pressure surged in his heart. This pressure did not come from the other party's words or actions, but from the indescribable pressure from the other party, like an invisible mountain, which made people feel awe.

Ling Xiao could feel that the strength of this middle-aged man was unfathomable. He was definitely one of the strongest people he had ever seen. Perhaps, among the people he had met so far, only the Demon Soul King could be compared with him.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao couldn't help but sigh secretly, the road of martial arts is indeed vast and boundless, and strong people emerge in large numbers. He adjusted his breathing, tried to calm the fluctuations in his heart, and prepared to face everything that might happen next.

The Lord of the Mansion!

This name exploded like thunder in Ling Xiao's heart, and he instantly thought of the three top forces in the martial arts world - the Holy Hall, the Palace of the Supreme Lord, and the Empress' Palace.

The kingly aura and extraordinary strength emanating from the middle-aged man in front of him made him almost certain that this man was the helmsman of Fuzun Mansion, Fuzun Long Yingtian.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with shock and awe, but then he regained his composure. He knew that in this martial arts world where the strong are respected, any exposure of emotion could become a fatal weakness. He adjusted his mentality and prepared for the next conversation.

"Sir, Ling Xiao is here." The voice of the man in black armor sounded at the right time. He took a step forward and bowed. His posture was respectful yet majestic, perfectly demonstrating the demeanor of a subordinate of the Lord Mansion.

The middle-aged man turned around slowly, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. He looked at Ling Xiao with a smile on his face. That smile contained both the kindness of an elder and the confidence and composure of a strong man.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Long Yingtian, the Lord of Demon Suppression Mansion, and the father of your brother Long Chen." His words were calm and powerful, and every word was clearly heard by Ling Xiao, making him feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy and pressure.

Ling Xiao felt a complex emotion when he heard this. He was proud that Long Chen had such a powerful father, but he was also nervous about the conversation he was about to have with this giant in the martial arts world.

He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and then solemnly clasped his fists and saluted, saying, "The key to Huangquan Bu Lao Mountain last time must have been given to me by Master Fu Zun, right?"

Long Yingtian's smile became even brighter, and he nodded slightly, as if everything was under his control.

"It's just a small matter! You are a straightforward person, so I won't beat around the bush. I asked you to come here today because I have something to discuss with you." His tone revealed a sincerity and expectation, which made Ling Xiao feel valued.

"Please speak, senior." Ling Xiao responded respectfully, his tone full of respect and understanding for Long Yingtian. He knew very well that no matter what the other party's purpose was, the fact that he was the father of his good brother Long Chen was enough for him to let down his guard and treat him with courtesy.

Long Yingtian smiled slightly, and that smile contained both the kindness of a father and the calmness of a martial arts master.

"It's not a big deal," he said lightly, but his deep eyes flashed with seriousness and solemnity that could not be ignored.

"The first is that I hope you won't show outside that you know my son Long Chen. You can understand this, right? You are now in the Demon Suppression House, and for various reasons, your reputation is not so bright. I don't want to be unnecessarily implicated because of my son."

Ling Xiao felt a warm current in his heart when he heard this. He naturally understood Long Yingtian's worries and concerns. As a father, he was willing to protect his son from all the storms, even if it meant sacrificing some personal emotions and connections.

Ling Xiao nodded gently, his voice firm and sincere: "I understand! Don't worry, senior. Although I, Ling Xiao, am not a saint, I know how to repay kindness. I will never bring any trouble to Brother Long Chen because of myself."

"Understanding!" Ling Xiao's response contained a deep resonance, and his eyes revealed his understanding of Long Yingtian's deep love as a father.

Of course he understood that in this martial arts world where the strong are respected and interests are paramount, Long Yingtian, as the leader of a force, had too many considerations and responsibilities.

Protecting his son from external disturbances and preventing him from falling into endless fights and dangers because of himself is a choice that any father would make.

“To put it simply, Senior Long Yingtian doesn’t want Brother Long Chen to offend those complicated forces and powerful people because of me, thus making him the target of public criticism.”

Ling Xiao silently added in his heart that this understanding made him respect Long Yingtian even more. He knew very well that in this world full of competition and calculation, it was so lucky and rare to have such a father to protect his son from the wind and rain.

Ling Xiao showed a warm smile on his face, and he continued: "Even if you don't say it, I will do it. After all, Long Chen is my good brother, and his safety is equally important to me.

I will never let him get involved in anything because of me, so you can rest assured about that."

His tone was sincere and firm, and every word revealed his cherishment and protection of this friendship.

Hearing this, Long Yingtian's smile widened. He seemed to see the shadow of his son in Ling Xiao's words. His loyalty and righteousness to his friends made him feel gratified and proud.

"That's good." He patted Ling Xiao's shoulder gently, as if conveying a silent affirmation and encouragement, "I knew my son had good taste. He has no mistake about your friend."

At this moment, a subtle tacit understanding and trust seemed to have been established between the two. Although they were not blood relatives, in this deep friendship and mutual understanding, they seemed to have become an indispensable part of each other's lives.

The sunlight shines on them, adding a bit of warmth and brightness to this warm and touching scene.

"So, Senior, what is the other thing you are talking about?" Ling Xiao's eyes were full of curiosity and expectation. He knew that Long Yingtian, as the helmsman of Fuzun Mansion, must be referring to something extraordinary. (End of this chapter)