Ye Chen looked as if he had seen a ghost when he heard the old man's words.
Not only did the other party know his name, but he had also waited for him for ten thousand years?
Was this person a prophet?
Was his fate not something that even the Heavenly Dao could not predict? How did this old man know about him?
Was this person even stronger than Elder Yong?
"Since you're here, take a seat!"
The old man spoke in a hoarse voice. His eyes were closed, and Ye Chen had no idea what he was thinking.
When Ye Chen heard the old man's words, he did not hesitate to sit beside the fire.
He had too many questions in his heart, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he cupped his hands toward the old man.
The old man did not move, but his indifferent voice still rang out.
"Who am I? I don't know who I am either. It's been too long, I've long forgotten my name."
