We can’t delay it for too long, and we can’t do it now.

If the tenth level of the Cloud Level is a limit, Mo Yan wonders what kind of power can be controlled after this limit. If they find other ways to open up the rules of the two spaces, they can also reduce some damage.

More protection.

What's more, his condition is actually becoming increasingly worrying. He has a hunch that in three years at most, he will completely lose control of his body.

Therefore, if they haven't found a solution after three years, then there may be really little hope in the future. And once they find it, he also believes that other things will follow.

Mo Yao naturally knew what Mo Yan meant by coming back, and nodded: "Okay."

He can probably guess his plan. Although three years is too short for Zhuyun Continent, who can be sure what will happen in three years?

Just like back then, Mo Yan saved a life in the rebirth pool in three years. Just like An Xishu, in just three years, he had already broken through the sixth level of the cloud level. So, three years later,

, no one knows what will happen.

If there is a better way, they will also look forward to a better ending.

"Don't tell Xi'er about this," Mo Yan suddenly said.

Mo Yao was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding why Mo Yan wanted to hide it from An Xishu, but he still agreed: "Okay."

"Thank you." Mo Yan nodded at him.

If he is Xi'er's home, then Xi'er Dynasty is like her hometown to Xi'er. There are too many people she cares about there, but if she wants to use the method mentioned by Mo Yao to bring them all, is it wrong?

It's too real. So, he doesn't want Xi'er to know about this and doesn't want her to worry. After everything is completely settled, they will find a way to go back and be with them forever, or bring them all to

Coming from Zhuyun Continent.

However, everything can only wait until the dust settles.

If they unfortunately died here, he thought, Xi'er wouldn't want those who are still waiting for them to go back to know. Even a hopeless wait is better than news of death.

Mo Yao didn't say anything else. In fact, he really felt that he, as a father, had no advantage at all in front of his son. In terms of cultivation, it was obvious that Mo Yan was already higher than him. In other aspects, Mo Yan

It was so outstanding that he was both pleased and frustrated at the same time.

"If dad has nothing else to do, I will go back first." Mo Yan glanced at him and said.

"Okay." Mo Yao responded, but suddenly his eyes widened and he looked at Mo Yan: "Yan'er, you, what did you just call me?"

Mo Yan ignored him, opened the door and left.

Mo Yao stared blankly at Mo Yan's back. Did he hear it right? Did he really hear it right? Yan'er called him daddy? His son was finally willing to acknowledge him as his father!

"Hahaha!" Mo Yao looked up to the sky and smiled. God really paid off! He had been waiting for so many years and finally heard his son call him daddy!

Mo Yao couldn't wait to find Wuyouzi, and proudly told him that Mo Yan had called him father.
Chapter completed!