Chen Changming was taken aback.
Could this mad old man know him?
But he truly had never met this person.
He carefully recalled everyone he had encountered in the Human Realm and Spirit Realm, yet none had this face.
"Do you know me?"
Chen Changming opened his eyes and asked the white-haired old man curiously.
"Aren't you my eldest son who got separated from me all those years ago? You look far too much alike, hahaha..."
The white-haired old man gripped the prison bars with both hands, his ten fingers hooked like claws. He suddenly burst into loud laughter, a trace of smugness in his expression, as though he had truly recognized his own son.
Chen Changming's face darkened.
This mad old man was plainly making sport of him.
His intentions were truly damnable.
Chen Changming closed his eyes once more and rested with his eyes shut.
The other party was a madman, and he could not be bothered to argue with one.
When the white-haired old man saw that Chen Changming was ignoring him, his laughter gradually died away.
He turned around and leaned against the bars. Suddenly, he covered his face with both hands and said in great anguish, "Little sister, it's really gone... stop forcing me!"
His voice trembled, thick with tears.
What exactly was gone?
Hearing the white-haired old man's words, Chen Changming grew even more curious.
This mad old man kept emphasizing that it was "gone." What was it that had disappeared?
And his little sister seemed to be constantly forcing him to hand over this "missing thing."
"Little sister, it's really gone! Even if you beat me to death, it's still gone!"
The white-haired old man repeated himself over and over, his voice growing louder and his mind becoming increasingly crazed.
He suddenly clawed