How could Zhang Yang not be excited!
The man before him had to be Blue Star's creator, the true founder of the Human Race-Pangu.
The foremost of the Three Thousand Gods and Devils, the God of Strength, the Demon God who had personally created the Human Race, simulated its civilization's development, and passed all of it on to Zhang Yang.
There was certainly nothing wrong with Zhang Yang calling him the Creator Father God.
The man looked at Zhang Yang, nodded gently, and smiled. He seemed very kindly, just like an elderly human gentleman.
Zhang Yang felt an immense warmth toward him as he looked at him, a feeling that was difficult to describe in words.
Pangu said gently, "Hehe, just call me Pangu. I truly never expected to meet you so soon. You've done very well."
Zhang Yang chuckled. "I've been developing while standing on the shoulders of giants! Naturally, I had to be a little faster."
Zhang Yang glanced at Kunpeng beside them and could not help asking through a transmission of his will, "Ancestor! What's going on here?"
"Hey, brat, transmitting messages right in front of me is a little disrespectful, don't you think?" Kunpeng sized Zhang Yang up and called him out directly.
"Hehe! It's perfectly normal for a junior to have plenty of questions. Sorry for the trouble." Pangu smiled at Kunpeng as he spoke aloud.
Kunpeng snorted coldly, then vanished from the spot.
Looking at Zhang Yang's bewildered face, Pangu said bluntly, "I know you have many questions. You ask, and I'll answer. This place isn't safe. The Demon Emperor could come at any moment, especially after you caused such a commotion. Let's keep this brief."
Zhang Yang took a deep breath and asked the biggest question on his mind. "Who am I?"
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