Ever since he had become aware of things, he had always wondered what kind of person his father was.
Because he saw tall, handsome men of the Devil Race every day, Mu Sha gradually formed an image in his mind—one he had imagined for himself, a nearly perfect image.
Especially after he grew older, he came to understand just how proud his mother was and how high her standards were. There were so many outstanding devil generals in the clan, yet his mother usually could not even be bothered to acknowledge them.
That only deepened Mu Sha's portrayal of the father he had never met. But no matter how he looked at the man before him, he did not match the image of a talented man and beautiful woman in Mu Sha's imagination in the slightest.
Some time ago, when he had suddenly seen Mu Guyue, Mu Sha had wondered whether someone was impersonating her.
In that instant, his entire aura had turned incomparably sinister...
Only after carefully confirming that the visitor truly was his mother did Mu Sha feel as though it was too unbelievable. Cultivators who returned from the upper realm were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns; he had only ever heard of them.
Especially after Mu Guyue finally told him that, before long, that person might come and take them with him to ascend to the Immortal-Spirit Realm.
Mu Sha's feelings immediately became complicated. Ever since childhood, he had wanted to know who that person was.
And after learning that the other party was actually a cultivator from the Desolate Moon Continent, he imagined that the other party had to be a top-tier powerhouse of the Desolate Moon Continent, elegant and dashing in appearance.
Only someone so breathtakingly brilliant could possibly have caught his