When you were walking down the street and someone suddenly jumped out to ask, "Do I look like your dad?"
Your feelings probably wouldn't stay calm, no matter what.
In the end, Little Stone shook his head, indicating that Meng Chuan looked nothing like Shi Hao.
He really looked nothing like Shi Hao.
As if Shi Hao could be as handsome as me.
Meng Chuan reached his verdict inwardly.
"That shouldn't be right. Did I get it wrong?" Meng Chuan had thought some mysterious power within the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin had affected the two of them, but then he remembered something.
He had come into contact with the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin himself, yet he looked nothing like Shi Hao.
Granted, I'm so handsome that it's only natural no one looks like me, but my guess shouldn't be wrong.
Meng Chuan frowned. He couldn't figure it out, no matter how hard he tried.
It didn't seem to hold up that the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin was the source, either. Quite a few people in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had come into contact with it; even Ruthless had studied it.
No, the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin is still highly suspect. Only Shi Hao and Ye Fan encountered it while they were weak. Everyone else was already powerful by the time they came into contact with it.
Another thought surfaced in Meng Chuan's mind. The Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin was mysterious enough, too. It was his prime suspect.
I have a feeling that if I can uncover why Shi Hao and Ye Fan look alike, I might touch upon the most ultimate thing in existence...
Meng Chuan pondered silently. A power capable of influencing an Immortal Emperor without a sound—an Immortal Emperor like Shi