"Who am I?"
A faint smile curved Ling Feng's lips as he said, "Didn't I just tell you, Senior Zhu Kun?"
"Who are you really? At your age, you shouldn't even know I exist." Zhu Kun watched Ling Feng, his pupils narrowing slightly.
Before Zhu Kun disappeared, his name had indeed been known to everyone on the continent. But after so many years, there should have been very few people left who knew of him.
And Ling Feng certainly should not have been among them.
How long had Zhu Kun lived, and how long had Ling Feng lived? When he was imprisoned here, Ling Feng had not even been born. Naturally, Zhu Kun wondered how Ling Feng knew about him.
"How I learned of you isn't important, Senior Zhu Kun. All you need to know is that I mean you no harm."
Ling Feng spoke with a smile, carrying himself with remarkable poise. Zhu Kun found that rather admirable, but he did not lower his guard against Ling Feng because of it.
"What exactly happened to my daughter?"
What Zhu Kun cared about most was still Zi Yan's situation.
Ling Feng knew that too, which was why he had deliberately brought up Zi Yan-to draw Zhu Kun into his trap.
If he wanted Zhu Kun to work for him, he would have to persuade him.
Although Ling Feng could easily subdue Zhu Kun with his strength, the man was Zi Yan's father, after all. He did not want to resort to violence.
Besides, he knew Zhu Kun doted on his daughter. Zi Yan was his fatal weakness.
If he could bring Zhu Kun over to his side without bloodying a single blade, Ling Feng could not be bothered to fight.
"Rest assured, Senior Zhu Kun. Your daughter is perfectly safe."