So, truly, any unbelievable thing could happen in this world, as long as you lived long enough and your fate was bizarre enough.
Yes, the man before them really was Jiao Chen's father, who had been missing for tens of thousands of years.
Even Su Jiu could not help marveling that, if Jiao Chen stood beside him, people would probably believe they were brothers.
This merfolk also looked like a youth, though he had a slightly more roguish air than Jiao Chen.
Seeing that they were close to one another, and that he seemed to be the only person in this prison willing to speak, Su Jiu asked outright, "Have you seen your granddaughter?"
The merfolk froze. Only after taking a moment to process her words did his expression shift subtly. "Chen has a daughter? And his daughter is locked up here too?"
Su Jiu had assumed that merfolk could sense their blood ties. "Can't you recognize your own blood relatives?"
At her question, the merfolk gave a bitter smile. He raised the chains in his hands. "Do you know what these are?"
Su Jiu reached out to touch them and fed a thread of spiritual qi into them, only to find that it vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, without the slightest response. They resembled Spirit-Locking Chains, but were far more overbearing.
"These chains don't just seal our spiritual qi. They also seal our racial gifts. We could originally distinguish blood relatives and fellow tribespeople by scent, but once we put these on, that ability was stripped away."
Recalling Jiao Chen's description of the Merfolk Princess, Su Jiu asked, "Your granddaughter has golden hair and a crescent-shaped birthmark on her forehead. She came here roughly ten thousand years ago. Does none of that ring a bell?"
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