"Who is it?" The Shura forefather asked weakly.
Fu yaoguang was surprised,'is someone here? What a brilliant movement technique, I actually didn't hear a single sound."
The grandfather and grandson were uneasy.
Then, a slightly familiar voice barged into their world of sound.
"So it's the two of you, grandfather and grandson. It's fate." Xia qingchen surveyed the two of them for a long time before he finally recalled who they were.
One of them was the great ancestor of the Shura clan, and the other was Fu yaoguang, the lady who was born with a stone heart but was also kind-hearted.
The Shura forefather trembled. He would never forget this familiar voice.
Patriarch Shura, who was on the verge of death, suddenly found the strength to open his eyes and put his hands in front of his granddaughter. "Every injustice has its perpetrator, every debt has its debtor, to find ... 'Cough cough ...' Find me!"
