Little Beast stared at the man in green robes. The man looked to be only in his twenties, with an unremarkable appearance, but his eyes were like a sea of stars, glimmering with crystalline light even in the darkness.
Yet his dark green robe made him seem utterly ordinary among the crowd. The fact that Little Beast had failed to notice his presence from such close range alone showed how unfathomably profound this man's cultivation was.
However, Little Beast felt no fear, for he could clearly sense that the moment he saw the man clearly, a feeling of familiarity arose in his heart. Yet he obviously did not know him!
Seeing Little Beast standing there in a daze, Zhao Min's cool voice rang out again, audible only to the three of them.
"He is your father!"
"Father?"
Little Beast's body stiffened at those words, and his gaze focused at once as countless pieces of information flooded into his mind in an instant.
Among those memories were the stories his two mothers had told him about that man ever since he was young, as well as all the things his elder sister had softly told him about his father while carrying him on her back to play.
There were also the blood-boiling tales told by members of the Wangliang Sect: his father had led people in slaughtering their way out of the netherworld itself! Even after they arrived among the Tianli Clan, many matters still revolved around that man.
Especially after Little Beast had first arrived here. While becoming the center of attention himself, what he heard most often were the glorious achievements Qing'a King had accomplished.
The reason he had later been able to cultivate the Qiongqi Purgatory Art was also because of that man. With overwhelming combat strength and