Shen Fu kept his gaze fixed on the boy.
But the longer he looked, the more alike they seemed. He could even vaguely see a trace of Bu Chan in him.
"Could he really be senior brother's..."
A thought stirred, and Shen Fu suddenly spoke to the boy, who was looking for somewhere to hide:
"Um... your name is Wang Yi'an, right?"
Busy looking for a spot, the boy turned to Shen Fu, looking somewhat bewildered, but a trace of wariness soon rose on his face:
"What do you want?"
Shen Fu could not help forcing a smile onto his somewhat cold face.
That manner of being wary of everything, ready to grow suspicious at any moment, looked more familiar the longer he watched.
By now, he was seventy or eighty percent certain.
Although running into an old acquaintance's son so far away was truly rather inconceivable.
Still, the extraordinarily strong spiritual intuition he felt at this moment could not lie.
A hint of gentleness entered his gaze as he looked at the boy, and he said softly:
"What... what's your father's name?"
The wariness in the boy's eyes grew even more pronounced, and his eyes shifted slightly.
He hesitated. "My dad? My dad's name is..."
Shen Fu instinctively took two steps forward.
Yet, to his surprise, the boy suddenly cried out:
"Dafu, run!"
As he spoke, under Shen Fu's slightly astonished gaze, he leaped onto the enormous lizard's head.
But to the boy's frustration, bewilderment appeared in the Giant Lizard's pale brown, slit-pupiled eyes.
"Hiss?"
Its blue tongue flicked out, instantly sweeping a head-sized spirit insect flying through the grass into its mouth.
It chewed slowly and leisurely.
"Dafu!!"
The boy anxiously stamped his feet on the lizard's head, then met Shen Fu's mildly curious gaze.
The air instantly