"Senior Cang Tian is my lord's father?"
Hearing Cang You's words, Qiao Chunran felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He froze in place, his face filled with astonishment.
Cang Tian, that Top Talent from millions of years ago, actually had descendants? How had he never heard of this?
Cang Tian was an unparalleled genius of the Devil Race, possessing the terrifying talent to learn all manner of techniques. Many people had heard the legends surrounding Cang Tian.
Rumor had it that Cang Tian had already fallen. No one had ever mentioned that he had descendants.
It was not Qiao Chunran's fault for not knowing. Not long after Cang You was born, she had been sealed away, only emerging from the seal in recent years.
"My lord, don't be deceived. This person must be fabricating lies and happened to guess correctly by sheer coincidence."
Qiao Chunran was drenched in cold sweat, still clutching at the last shred of hope for revenge. He did not dare believe that the person before him truly had come to deliver a message to the Cang Clan's upper ranks.
If it was true, then he was finished.
Cang You raised her flawless doll-like face, her gem-like eyes fixed on Jiang Ping An. "How can you prove that what you said is true?"
She only knew that her father was still alive; she did not know where he was.
"You can send someone to Brahma Temple to verify it," Jiang Ping An replied calmly.
Cang You took out a Sound Transmission Talisman and infused it with devilish energy. Her voice became several degrees gentler. "Grandmother, I may know where my father is. Father is imprisoned in Brahma Temple!"
A mature woman's voice quickly came from the Sound Transmission Talisman. "You already know? Who told