Yang Shenqing could not always sweet-talk women with the same old tricks.
Especially now—Little Zi Yan had not stopped crying, and how could Yang Shan not feel heartbroken?
"Little Zi Yan, don't panic. Ancient Dragon Island was once split into four, with troubles both within and without. Now that it has been unified, we can free up our hands to search for Uncle Zhu Kun's whereabouts."
Little Zi Yan said, "But the Great Elder and the others have searched for so long and still found nothing."
Yang Shan said, "Perhaps I can give it a try. Uncle Zhu Kun was already one of the continent's strongest experts thousands of years ago, and he was attempting to break through to the Dou Di realm. If he succeeded, the Ancient Void Dragon Clan's bloodline would certainly have reacted. So most likely, Uncle Zhu Kun encountered some opportunity and is in secluded cultivation—or he has been trapped by some trouble."
"I lean more toward the former. After all, not every Dragon Emperor of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan left all their inheritances within the clan. I have looked through the clan's ancient records. In ancient times, there were several Tenth Tier Dragon Emperors who fell elsewhere and never returned to the Ancient Void Dragon Clan!"
"Perhaps Uncle Zhu Kun found one of those Tenth Tier Dragon Emperors. What if that Senior Dragon Emperor demanded that Uncle Zhu Kun not leave seclusion until he broke through to Dou Di?"
Little Zi Yan blinked.
"Really? What if that isn't the case?"
Yang Shan said, "Little Zi Yan, you need to have faith in Uncle Zhu Kun. Look at Xiao Xuan, the strongest of the Ancient Eight Clans—wasn't he alive and kicking now? Could Uncle Zhu Kun be worse than Xiao Xuan?"
Seeing that Little Zi