The child looked only five or six years old, rosy-cheeked and utterly adorable.
Yet despite looking so young, his cultivation was anything but ordinary. He was actually at the greater ruler late-stage.
Did he simply prefer this appearance? Or had he always looked like this, never growing up?
Although the child looked rosy and cute, his eyes were nothing like a child's.
Those eyes had weathered the vicissitudes of life. They were far too mature—mature to an excessive degree.
That made the child seem deeply strange, as though he had a child's exterior but an old man's soul.
"You certainly know how to keep your composure, waiting here all this time without moving an inch." The child looked at Chen Changan, his childish voice strangely unpleasant to hear.
"Were you the one who took them?"
"No, you aren't capable of that. Was it the people behind you?"
"So, did you come here to tell me something?" Chen Changan asked.
"As expected of—"
"Find another line. I've heard that one too many times. I'm getting sick of it."
"All right, then I'll get straight to the point. Your people are all in our hands."
"Come with me. I'll take you to see them."
"Lead the way. I've been waiting for you."
Chen Changan wasn't afraid of these people showing themselves. What he feared was that they wouldn't. As long as he could see Mu Yunyao and the others and find these people's headquarters, he would have a chance to resolve everything.
But for now, he still had no idea what sort of people they were or what they wanted.
First, they had exposed his identity and whereabouts, drawing so many people into attacking him, only to silently abduct his people at that very moment.
After taking them, they hadn't notified him