Bai Jingna slumped weakly on the ground, terrified beyond measure, having never witnessed anything so bizarre. Wasn't that a ghost!
"Daddy!"
"You'll understand later. No talking for now." Ling Yun stroked the little one's head, comforting her gently.
"My name is Chang Chao, someone from an ordinary lineage. Even if I said more, you wouldn't remember," the remnant soul said.
"Hey, hey, hey... Can you not be so long-winded?" Ling Yun frowned.
At this moment, Chang Chao harbored some doubts. Was the person before him really the Ancient Underworld King?
The Ancient Underworld King shouldn't be like this. The latter should be cold and merciless, filled with a chilling murderous intent, and almost no one ever heard him speak. Uttering not a single word was another hallmark of the King of Hell.
Chang Chao felt his scalp tingle under that gaze, then said, "Years ago, I accidentally tumbled into a spatial turbulence. I have no idea how much time passed, but after emerging, I arrived at this barren land of Blue Star, where I founded Medicine King Valley."
As he spoke, he watched Ling Yun's expression, detecting no anomalies. Before confirming whether Ling Yun was the King of Hell, he remained extremely cautious.
Chang Chao's words contained nothing that Ling Yun needed to know, causing the latter to frown.
"That painting is yours?"
"What painting?" Chang Chao was instantly startled by Ling Yun's imposing aura.
"Take a look!" Ling Yun pointed at the little one. Nestled in Ling Yun's arms, she was only now staring properly at Chang Chao!
Chang Chao's heart violently convulsed. Bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell!!
Wasn't this that toddler from the painting? That painting had been brought out by the Haotian Sword Sect of the ancient ruins; back then, it was his lineage's ultimate heirloom.