"The True Martial Continent... The Xu Family... Son-in-law... Prodigal Son...",The weak meridians, like greedy gluttonous insects, frantically devour the liquid. The silt within slowly dissolves, and a feeling of comfort spreads throughout the body.,Liu WuXie harbored fear and a hint of respect for this father-in-law. Over the years, without the Xu family's protection, he didn't know how many times he had died.。