At these words, Wei Chunqiu showed no reaction at all, remaining seated there and howling his heart out, while Yun Peng turned back and glared furiously.
Yue Qianchou slightly shrank his neck. "Senior Yun, what exactly happened to him?"
Yun Peng kept his mouth shut, but amid Wei Chunqiu's sobs, he repeatedly choked out "Little Yu'er." Yue Qianchou immediately squatted beside him and asked curiously, "Bat King Wei, who is Little Yu'er? Could she be your old sweetheart?"
Yun Peng could endure no more. He barked in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense here. Little Yu'er is his daughter..."
"His daughter?" Yue Qianchou sprang to his feet. "His daughter came? Where? Where? Is she pretty? Don't tell me she was cast from the same mold as this old bat!" As he spoke, he looked all around, but beneath the dim night sky, streams of light rose and fell without end. How could he possibly tell who was who?
"You bastard!" Yun Peng finally snapped and roared, "His daughter died tens of thousands of years ago..."
"Uh... died tens of thousands of years ago..." Yue Qianchou froze. After staring blankly for a moment, he sat beside Wei Chunqiu and gently patted his back. "Bat King Wei, the dead cannot return to life. My condolences, my condolences!"
It would have been better if he had not tried to comfort him. The moment he did, something went wrong. Wei Chunqiu immediately threw back his throat and wailed, "Little Yu'er... Little Yu'er! It was your father who let you down! I harmed you and your mother!"
What the hell did I ever do to you? Yue Qianchou felt his eardrums tremble and his scalp go numb. Speechless, he hurriedly scrambled up and went to stand beside Yun Peng.
"How did his daughter die? And