Quick Wear Peace

He handed the half-dead An Ning to a trusted servant and strode towards his wife.

The servants also skillfully brought An Ning to the large hot spring room, prepared everything, and went downstairs quickly.

An Ning was left alone. He took out a bottle of potion to restore his strength from the space and drank it.

He took off his dirty clothes very skillfully and quickly, revealing the scars on his body, which were left by years of training.

These scars are not very big, which is the best result.

An Ning entered the hot spring and sighed comfortably. Her whole body felt warm, as if she was back in her mother's arms.

Just as An Ning was enjoying the hot spring bath, Yuan Tingyu returned to the room with a serious expression, "Wan'er, what happened?"

Ning Wan, An Ning's mother, had a worried look in her eyes. "Today, the Demon Lord wants to send you to attack Qianyuan Continent again. Mu Jiuzhou has failed to survive the calamity, and the Demon Lord thinks now is a good time to attack."

Mu Jiuzhou is the person with the highest spiritual power in Qianyuan Continent. In the past, the Demon Lord did not dare to attack Qianyuan Continent because Mu Jiuzhou was suppressing the forces of all parties.

But now that he has failed in his calamity survival, the forces from all sides are ready to take action.

"Don't worry, Mu Jiuzhou has disappeared now, there will be no problem."

Yuan Tingyu relaxed his brows and comforted Ningwan, then sat beside her and gently picked her up.

"I always feel something is wrong." Ning Wan's brows were still tightly furrowed.

"You have to believe in your husband." Yuan Tingyu said happily.

He successfully calmed Ning Wan down and put the bad premonition in his heart behind him.

"Sir Yuan, the Demon Lord heard that your daughter is very smart and clever, so he invited her to the palace to keep the young master company." The Demon Lord's personal bodyguard smiled.

This day finally arrived, and Yuan Tingyu sighed deeply.

"Yes."

An Ning, who was still practicing while sitting on the bed, was suddenly disturbed by a knock on the door. He opened his eyes and a hint of displeasure flashed across his face, but he quickly covered it up.

"What's the matter?" a soft voice sounded.

The servants outside had disdain on their faces, but their voices were still full of respect.

"The general wants you to come to the study."

"Okay, you go down first." An Ning looked at the clothes on her body that were full of sweat smell and felt a little uncomfortable.

"Yes." The servant went down quickly, so fast that it seemed as if there was a dog chasing him.

An Ning washed up as quickly as possible, looking at the frail child in the mirror, holding the jade flute that she never left.

As soon as he opened the door, his energetic look instantly turned into a timid look.

The servants behind her looked at An Ning's back with pity and disdain for her.

"How can a general's son be so cowardly?" The whispering voice reached An Ning's ears.

But An Ning seemed not to hear it, but an inconspicuous black light from his hand flew towards those gossipers.

A barely perceptible smile flashed across An Ning's eyes.

I knocked on the door softly, and when I heard a response from inside, I slowly pushed the door open and walked in.

"Father." The voice was timid and very soft.

Yuan Tingyu sat on the chair, looking at his daughter's timid eyes, as if she didn't want to look at him. She glanced at him and quickly lowered her head, her whole body showing fear.

Her cheeks, which have not yet fully grown, are still chubby, and her eyes are big and round, with clear black and white. Her delicate cheeks are 60% similar to Ningwan's.

Yuan Tingyu sighed and said, "You guys go down." This sentence was obviously directed to the people outside.

After all the sound outside had completely died down, a small barrier was set up in the room.

An Ning saw that the barrier had been set up, looked up, sat on the chair next to her, and looked at the exquisite pastries on it. She knew that they were made by her mother.

He just reached out, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

"Now the Demon Lord has ordered me to attack Qianyuan Continent." Yuan Tingyu was very familiar with An Ning's actions and was not surprised at all.

An Ning's hand holding the pastry paused, but she recovered immediately and put the pastry directly into her mouth.

"I always have a bad feeling in my heart, so this is for you." Yuan Tingyu handed a black token he was playing with to An Ning.

An Ning took it and looked at the delicate patterns on it. "What is this?"

"This is our family's ancestral secret guard. The people inside have very powerful magic." Yuan Tingyu said slowly.

"Even the current Demon Lord is very wary of me." He was very proud.