"Heh, you say I'm panicking?" Li Mu Yang sneered.
Only after he finished laughing did he remember the old man's identity and the cultivation realm that allowed him to slap him to death. He hurriedly reined in the taunting skill he had not yet had the chance to unleash to its fullest, then said in a low voice, "The reason I'm panicking is that I don't understand why an elder of your status and standing would be concerned with my origins, or why you would ask, with such pointed implications, where I truly came from. I'm from Jiangnan, my father is Li Yan, and my mother is Luo Qi. Everyone knows this. Elder Song, why are you asking me these questions? What exactly are you trying to say?"
Song Gudú looked into Li Mu Yang's eyes. He sensed the anger in his heart and felt his heartbeat quickening. He could even tell that Li Mu Yang was using the Daoist Pure Heart Mantra to calm the restlessness within him.
But faced with such a shameless rascal who refused to admit anything even at death's door, could he really slap him to death?
"You're fifteen by Chinese reckoning this year."
"Yes."
"On a night fifteen years ago, the sky over Tiandu City flashed with lightning and thunder boomed as wind and rain raged. The entire world seemed as though it would be overturned and drowned beneath that downpour."
Li Mu Yang froze for a moment. Why was he telling him this?
Song Gudú's expression sank into thought, as though he were recalling a distant past that had long since vanished. He said, "Even now, the people of Tiandu still speak of that flood fifteen years ago. Since the founding of Xifeng, there has never been rain as heavy as that. Because