"How did he do it? Did the City Lord just stand there and let Ye Shitian beat him up?"
"But even then, that's impossible unless Ye Shitian has a first-rate bloodline or is the descendant of some ancient Heavenly Saint expert!"
"However, Uncle Zheng, you said that Ye Shitian came from a low-level martial plane. How could there be descendants of ancient Heavenly Saint experts in a low-level plane? It has been a few million years since the ancient era, and we have less than five Heavenly Saint experts!"
"Every descendant, heir, and family of those Heavenly Saint experts are recorded clearly. That's impossible!"
Beigong Ziyu had a conflicted expression. No matter how she thought about it, something was amiss.
If it was not for the fact that Uncle Zheng had never lied to her, she would have thought that Uncle Zheng had made the whole story up.
"Seventh Miss, allow me to explain in detail!"
