Ethan Yan sat expressionlessly on the high platform, leaning forward slightly, with an unprecedented arrogance that seemed as if he could crush ants at any time.
Even though Ethan Yan still looked like he was only six years old, no one dared to really regard him as a child. The majestic spiritual power that was above everyone else roamed and exerted pressure in the air. Ethan Yan's eyes were pure, which formed a sharp contrast with Zhuan Sunqiang's unconscious shrinking.
Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all just a thought away for Ethan Yan.
It’s okay to criticize him, he’s even hoping that these people will go too far and drive him crazy, but when it comes to his family... I’m sorry, he doesn’t have such a good temper!
On the way to Zou Tu, Ethan Yan wasted his time reading a lot of popular stories about cultivation. In these stories, there was always a similar plot, that is, when the powerful elders or masters of the other party's family were also present, they would beat the other party in various ways without following the rules.
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