"Hello, brother!" Ji Hao smiled brilliantly.
Hearing him call out "brother," Jizi's eyes grew a little moist. As the youngest of Void's Emperor Sons, all of his older brothers had emerged to quell the Dark Turmoil, only to die in battle. Now, he was a "big brother" too!
Jizi said nothing, merely patting Ji Hao on the shoulder.
"Brother!!!"
Everyone cried out in surprise.
"This is another Emperor Son of our Ji Family," Ji Haoyue said helplessly, though he had no choice but to introduce him.
"Another Emperor Son?" Everyone wore strange expressions. "Just how many Emperor Sons does your Ji Family have? Would it hurt to give us one?"
Jiang Yifei in particular understood the situation within his family because of his appearance. The Jiang Family's Emperor Sons had all fallen, dying on the road to quell the darkness.
"Still, there is an Emperor Grandson comparable to an Emperor Son."
An Miaoyi suddenly rose to her feet, her graceful figure swaying as she walked to a jade table. Holding a small bronze cauldron in her hand, she said, "Everyone, Miaoyi would like to ask you all to take a look. What is the origin of this object?"
The small cauldron was covered in green rust, engraved with fish, insects, birds, and beasts. It looked extremely ancient and simple, but it possessed no Divine Power, and its Dao Patterns seemed damaged.
Everyone's expressions shifted. An Miaoyi would not have casually taken something out for them to inspect. She had likely invited them in tonight for this very object.
When An Miaoyi placed it in Ji Hao's hands, he saw the imprint of a ghost-faced mask, but his expression remained unchanged.
When it was passed to Jizi, he too saw the ghost-faced mask. His expression changed as he muttered, "It was