The old man laughed again. "I feel as though I'm chatting with a child—so immature, so naïve."
The king could not help frowning. It would have been one thing if the old man had called him immature once, but he kept saying it. It was truly irritating.
He was, after all, the king of the Treasure Elephant Kingdom, revered by countless subjects. No one had ever dared speak to him this way. Even if the man was an immortal, he should still show him some respect. After all, he was the ruler of a kingdom.
"Your Majesty, it is extremely easy to imitate someone's handwriting. As long as one is capable enough, it can be done. Look." With a wave of the old man's hand, a sheet of paper drifted down before the king. The few characters written on it were exactly identical to his daughter's handwriting.
A look of astonishment appeared in the king's eyes. He had never imagined that someone in this world could forge handwriting so perfectly.
Now, he somewhat believed the old man's words.
"They are demon folk? Then what exactly are these demon folk? Why have they come to my Treasure Elephant Kingdom?" the king asked.
"That Xuanzang is a tiger demon. The purpose of that group of demons coming to your Treasure Elephant Kingdom is to deal with your daughter and your son-in-law," the old man said.
"My son-in-law?"
"Precisely. Back then, when your daughter was abducted by demon folk, it was Xuanzang and his group who did it. However, she was rescued halfway there by your son-in-law and his men. For all these years, your son-in-law and daughter have been fleeing far away. Later, they hid in the home of a cultivator, and only then did they live in peace for these years.