He comes from a world in the crevice.
When Ancestor Xu calmly revealed this shocking news, under the banyan tree, Zhao Douan and the others seemed to be struck by thunder.
With their wisdom, they naturally understood the hidden meanings in his words effortlessly.
"You are..." The Empress suddenly turned her head. Her beautiful and delicate oval face was filled with disbelief, with her dark, bright eyes staring wide at her own man beside her.
Zhang Yan Yi's hand froze as he was stroking his beard. The Old Heavenly Master likewise looked at him, seemingly recalling a lot, murmuring to himself:
"So that's it, so that's it... It's actually like this..."
As the protagonist of this story, Zhao Douan was petrified on the spot.
In his mind, it was as if countless bolts of lightning were exploding. After a long time, he swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he confirmed:
"Do you mean... I am... I am..."
Ancestor Xu nodded, piercing through the truth:
