The invisible force held Su Chang'an,

He stood in the sky, with golden light shining beside him, like a golden immortal of Daluo!

At this moment,

Tens of thousands of people in the Xiaoling Sect looked at Su Changan with their eyes frenzy.

Perhaps most people don’t know what the emperor is, and have never even heard of the emperor’s posture.

But Su Changan was bathed in the golden light, and the auspicious aura even blessed the entire Xiaoling Sect. Who doesn’t think it’s awesome?

There is silence in the sect,

I don’t know who started first and shouted: “The young master is like an emperor!”

Immediately afterwards, a wave of calls resounded!

"The young sect leader has the appearance of a great emperor!"

"The young sect leader has the appearance of a great emperor!"

"The young sect leader has the appearance of a great emperor!"

“…”

The disciples of the sect were extremely excited. This was the first time that Xiaoling Sect had such a big deal.

The overwhelming spots of light flew towards Su Chang'an and gathered in the halo.

But this time, the halo was not lit up.

"So much light hasn't lit up? Hiss... it won't become a bottomless pit, right?"

Su Changan was surprised and then looked around.

"How should I go on?"

At such a handsome moment, you can't say: Dad, let me go.

That's too much.

Su Beixuan saw Su Changan's embarrassment, dispersed the formation, waved his sleeves and raised a burst of spiritual energy, and took Su Changan back to the top of Xiaoling Peak.

Those seniors of the sect who were in seclusion flew to Xiaoling Peak.

"Disast."

Feng Yunqing waved his sleeves and said loudly in one breath.

The disciples left without feeling satisfied.

...

In Beixuan Palace, dozens of gazes were staring at Su Changan.

Except for Su Beixuan and the nineteen peak masters, the others are seniors who have been in seclusion for many years.

Su Changan was stared at and felt uncomfortable.

He glanced at several mature and plump figures who were suspected of being a teacher's breastfeeding in his heart, and he was afraid.

Why are you staring at me?

Because of the holy spiritual roots?

Or are you greedy for my appearance?

"Ahem."

Su Changan coughed lightly, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Several elders who seemed to be in power first said: "Holy Spiritual Root, this son is extraordinary in destiny. Is it your son Xiao Xuanxuan?"

"Puff."

Su Changan laughed out loud.

He looked at his cheap dad with a smile.

Xiao Xuanxuan?

Tsk tsk!

I didn't expect my dad to have such a cute name.

Old Su Beixuan's face turned red, but he didn't expect that the name that no one mentioned in many years was actually raised in front of his son.

It damages his majesty.

"Ahem."

"Dear uncles, my nephew is already the sect leader. Don't mention the names of the past."

"You are right, Chang'an is my son."

Su Beixuan blushed and emphasized, then straightened his back, feeling very proud of Su Changan's talent.

A senior with white hair and a fair-looking old-fashioned look at Su Changan, then looked at Su Beixuan, and asked in confusion: "Brother?"

"Puff."

Su Changan was happy again.

All the peak masters couldn't help laughing.

Feng Yunqing wanted to laugh, but probably Su Beixuan could hold back his face.

Su Beixuan's face turned red, not only because of this sentence.

When Su Changan first grew up, many people in the sect wondered whether it was his biological child.

Sometimes he himself is confused.

Why am I just looking ordinary and my son is so handsome?

"yes!"

Su Beixuan bet on the important point of his trust in his deceased immortal wife.

"Oh~ It doesn't look like it!" said the old-fashioned senior.

You don’t look like you, your whole family doesn’t look like you!

Su Beixuan already wants to curse.

"What are you asking?"

The white-haired senior walked up and rolled his eyes in anger.

She looked at Su Changan and showed a kind smile:

"Your name is Su Changan? Your name is good and your appearance is even better."

"Don't be nervous, we are all old seniors of your grandmother's sect."

"You have too high talent. In the future, you will be the giant in the sky-raising ceremony of our Little Spirit Sect. Maybe you can take us out of the endless mountains and go to a wider world."

The white-haired senior was very kind and raised Su Changan's hand and rubbed it.

It reminded Su Changan of his grandmother who died when he was a child.

But her eyes reminded Su Changan of the Widow Wang next door...

"Thank you for your compliment."

Su Changan pulled his hand back, and he bit the word "milk" very heavily, and at the same time showed a harmless smile of humans and animals.

"Are you interested in worshiping us as your teacher?"

"Our strength is much stronger than your father." said the white-haired senior tempted.

"Ask us as our teachers, you will be of the same seniority as your father in the future. Just call him senior brother. Do you want to come?"

Another senior who did not look old came forward and said.

Suddenly, more than a dozen seniors were chattering.

Call my father a brother?

Su Chang'an's eyes lit up.

Su Beixuan noticed Su Changan's eyes and felt a stern!

Want my son to call me senior brother?

Absolutely not possible!

"Ahem, ahem..." he hints wildly.

Su Chang'an understood it with sincerity.

He didn't want to worship so many old seniors as his teachers.

These people are too old. How boring would it be if they were staying in the deep mountains and forests for a lifetime after they became teachers?
To be continued...