They were both surprised and delighted, especially thrilled by the joy of reuniting with old friends.
"Are you really of the Ji Family's bloodline?" Ji Ziyue blinked her large, black-gem eyes and looked curiously at Jiang Zhu.
"That's right. Otherwise, why would the Void Mirror let me use it?" Jiang Zhu nodded, then looked at Ji Haoyue. "Hurry up and call me Little Ancestor!"
Ji Haoyue, the God King of the Eastern Wasteland, wore a dark expression. He wanted to say something, but for a moment, no words came.
"Yezi, shouldn't you call Jiang Zhu Little Ancestor too?" Pang Bo grinned broadly and said with ill intent, "Jiang Zhu and I are good brothers. What should you call me?"
Ji Ziyue's large eyes curved into crescents. She laughed nonstop, glancing at Ye Fan from time to time.
At the sight, Ji Haoyue's expression darkened further, veins throbbing on his forehead.
The Black Emperor, Li Heishui, and the others from the Thirteen Little Bandits chuckled, hoping to enjoy a good show.
"What does this have to do with me? Even if there is a connection, we can each keep our own terms of address. Isn't that right, Jiang Zhu?" Ye Fan's face darkened.
"That's right, we'll each use our own terms. You call me Little Ancestor, and I'll call you Yezi!" Jiang Zhu said with a laugh.
"Hahaha! Yezi, call us Little Ancestor too!"
Having finally caught Ye Hei at a disadvantage, everyone burst into laughter again.
"When did you get back? Where's Xiao Nannan?" Jiang Zhu asked once the joking had died down.
At the mention of Xiao Nannan, Ye Fan and the others fell silent.
Only after a long while did Ye Fan speak. "She saw a corner of a bloodstained garment in Kunlun and was utterly heartbroken. She