Mo Hua focused and examined it carefully again.
The prince in the Dragon Coffin looked somewhat different from Yu'er. Though both were equally young, this one carried an innate majesty, unlike Yu'er's gentle adorableness.
Yet their brows and eyes looked strikingly alike.
Why?
Why did he resemble Yu'er at all?
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
"Is Yu'er a prince of the Great Wilderness Clan?"
"Or does he possess the bloodline of the Great Wilderness Imperial Clan?"
"But that can't be right..." Mo Hua was puzzled. "Yu'er is clearly a child of the Shangguan Family and the Wenren Family. How could he be connected to the Great Wilderness?"
On the other side, upon seeing the prince within the Dragon Coffin, Shentu Ao's emotions suddenly began to tremble faintly.
"Ye'er..."
Shentu Ao murmured softly.
Ancient memories, like aged bitter wine, trickled back into his heart bit by bit.
The calamity that had befallen the Great Wilderness Imperial Clan. The separation of flesh and blood.
Over these years, his relatives had scattered and perished. He had wandered everywhere, even casting aside the dignity of the imperial clan to become a Demonic Cultivator, humbling himself before that traitor and living neither like man nor ghost. Every hardship and bitterness, every despair and helplessness, churned his mind and sent his emotions surging.
Now, at last, he had seen someone closest to him.
He had seen his younger brother.
Even though his only younger brother was already dead.
Already a cold corpse, lying within this isolated Dragon Coffin.
Shentu Ao raised trembling hands, wanting to touch the prince in the Dragon Coffin—the one he called "Ye'er."
But suddenly, a Blood-colored Sword Light ripped through the air and slashed at his arm.
The sword light was quite powerful, but Shentu Ao had dragon patterns protecting his body. It