That shout was no less than a cudgel blow to the head. Old Fellow the Red Dragon immediately stopped crying, cutting it off cleanly. Wiping away his old tears, he asked Yue Qianchou, "Who are you? Why have you come here?"
"My name is Yue Qianchou." Yue Qianchou's expression twitched as he countered, "And you?"
"Hong Tailong!" After giving his name, Old Fellow the Red Dragon timidly asked, "Did Ancestor Panlong send you?"
"Hong Tailong?" Yue Qianchou froze for a moment and looked him up and down. He truly lived up to his name. Avoiding the question, he asked instead, "Who is Ye Tiakong? How did he deceive you?"
Hong Tailong looked at the golden chains around his hands. Anger and melancholy mingled across his face, along with even a trace of nostalgia. He sighed softly. "Ye Tiakong was the fourth son of the third Devil Lord of the Devil Realm. He was the one who deceived me. Otherwise, I would not have been trapped here for so many years."
"The third Devil Lord of the Devil Realm..." Yue Qianchou pondered briefly, then suddenly cried out, "Sanye the Demon Lord? The Ye Tiakong you speak of was Sanye the Demon Lord's son?"
"Correct! He was Sanye the Demon Lord's youngest son." Hong Tailong nodded gloomily. The chubby boy swimming in the molten lava timidly crept closer, climbed onto the green lotus, and quietly stood behind him, peeking his head out to look at Yue Qianchou.
"Wait!" Yue Qianchou raised a hand, his face full of suspicion. "Weren't you trapped by the Myriad Sword Demon Lord? How did it become Sanye the Demon Lord's son, Ye Tiakong... Myriad Sword Demon Lord... Sanye the Demon Lord..." His expression suddenly changed as realization struck him. "You mean...?" His face was filled with disbelief.