The man looked at Ling Tianyu, forgetting to drink his wine. This kid's appearance had changed, but he was unquestionably the True Martial Saint. When he fought with Xuan Holy Son, that gaze, that aura, it was undoubtedly him.
Being unruly was the True Martial Saint's character, as the Ancient Eastern Emperor had mentioned.
"Are you the True Martial Saint, dominator of Emperor Mountain? And is your wife the Little Princess of the First Realm Phoenix Clan?" the man asked.
"Yes indeed." Ling Tianyu nodded in confirmation: "Our memories have been restored after we fell. I truly don't know you."
The man felt a bit puzzled, it didn't seem like a lie, where did things go wrong? Could it be not mentioned?
The Ancient Eastern Emperor had no reason to deceive him.
Such immense strength, the most ancient of warriors.
Truly puzzling.
