Xiao Ai's words were filled with loneliness and helplessness.
"Your former master?"
Chu Ming's heart stirred slightly. At this moment, he thought of the mystique of the Holy Tomb, and thought of Di Rong who had taken him in as a registered disciple.
"Yes, my old master was the supreme being of the Heavenly Dao, once roamed the cosmos freely. Even the Sovereigns of the nine Divine Kingdoms, upon meeting my master, had to show respect. Unfortunately, for the sake of an artifact, he was besieged by three powerful beings of the Heavenly Dao. Although he escaped in the end, he was gravely injured and ultimately fell!"
Xiao Ai spoke with sorrow. Although he was an Artifact Spirit, he had developed human emotions, and when he thought of the past, his heart surged.
"Your old master, called Di Rong?"
Chu Ming hesitated slightly, his expression turning strange as he asked.
